CHAPTER TWO.
Roxie pulled Mimi into the field. They turned, expecting to see Brad and the alley, but instead there was a steep drop onto a country lane below. "Err Mimi, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," said Roxie. "What is this place?" said Mimi taking in every detail, "Its beautiful." And indeed it was. Ahead stood a golden cornfield and around them were trees of every shape, size and shade of green possible. The sky was crystal blue and without a cloud. The serenity was shattered by shouts and the sound of running feet from the cornfield ahead. No sooner had they heard the noise than Mimi and Roxie were sent flying down the slope as four little people ran into them from the field. They landed in a heap at the bottom. "Ooh that was close," said a broad, Scottish accent, "Merry will you get your great fat arse off me, you're so heavy." Roxie got off the little Scottish man, "My name's not Merry thank you very much," she said, insulted. The little man rolled onto his back, "Who on Earth are you?" "What the Hell are you?!" said Roxie taking his odd appearance. The little man was no more than four feet tall and his feet were oversized and covered with hair. His clothes were like something out of an on the farm period drama and his hair was in sweet curls. He had an adorable face and a cute smile as he took in Roxie's puzzled expression. "I'm a hobbit," he said proudly, "Don't you know what a hobbit is?" Roxie ignored him as she scanned the others. There were three other hobbits with them. One, slightly taller than the rest, helped Mimi to her feet. "Thank you," said Mimi staring into his strikingly blue eyes, "I wonder if you could help us Mr...?" The little man regarded her for a moment, seemingly judging her. His eyes held her's and she could almost feel them touch her soul. "Baggins," he said softly, "My name's Frodo Baggins." He offered her his hand and Mimi shook it warmly. "Mimi Tolkien, and that's Roxie Jackson," she said indicating to Roxie. Frodo made a simple but dignified nod in her direction and Roxie forced a polite smile. He helped another hobbit, who was a little shorter and fatter than the rest and more simply dressed, to his feet. "This is Samwise Gamgee." Sam blushed as Mimi took his hand, "Pleased to meet you," she said giving him a warm, reassuring smile. "Hello," said Sam in a deep country accent that matched his appearance. "And this is Meriadoc Brandybuck, Merry for short," said Frodo as an attractive sandy haired hobbit jostled Sam aside. "Hello Mimi," he said with a mischievous smile, "Hey Roxie." "And finally Peregrin Took, more commonly called Pippin," said Frodo, "Pippin this is Mimi," "Hi." "And Roxie," "We've met," hissed Roxie shooting the little hobbit a vehnemous glance. "Now what was your question Miss Tolkien?" asked Frodo returning his attention to her. "Please, its Mimi and I was wondering if, this is going to sound really daft, you could tell us where we are?" said Mimi blushing. "You're in the Shire," said Frodo, matter-of-factly. "The Shire?" said Mimi, glancing over to Roxie who shrugged, "Err Frodo have you ever heard of a place called London?" "London? No." "Okay England?" "Where in Middle Earth is England?" exclaimed Pippin. "Middle Earth!" cried Roxie, "Oh God now I'm really confused. Frodo what's...Frodo?" The little hobbit's attention was drawn along the road, "I think we should get off the road," he said but the others paid him no mind. Suddenly an odd, piercing cry in the distance echoed through the wood. "Get off the road," cried Frodo. Grabbing Mimi's hand, he pulled her off the road and beneath a raised hollow tree root. The others followed behind, squeezing into the tiny hollow. They were all silent as the sound of horses' hooves stopped above them. They heard the rider get off and lean down over the tree stump. Mimi had to bite her lip to stop herself screaming as spiders, millipedes, and every other disgusting creepy-crawly emerged from the ground. The air chilled all around them and Mimi could hear Frodo breathing as if he was fighting some unseen oppression. Suddenly her attention was drawn to Merry as he threw a sack away to his right. The rider was alerted to the sound and sped away after it. Mimi, Roxie and the hobbits bolted for the cover of the brush. "What was that?" said Merry flopping down in the long grass. Frodo stood, staring at a simple circlet of gold in his hand. He stuffed it away in his pocket. Mimi went up to him and took his hands. He looked up at her, frightened and determined all in one heartbeat. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Fine," said Frodo, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." "Hey, its like dodging the drunks back home," said Mimi, "Look Frodo, I know we don't know you and you don't know us but Roxie and I need someone to help us figure out a way to get home and well, would you help us?" "I can't but my friend, Gandalf, could. We're going to meet him now. He's a wizard, maybe he could help you and you would be welcome company. Come on, we shouldn't stop for long." Frodo took the head of the group and began to lead them onwards. Roxie fell into step beside Mimi, "Wizards? Hobbits? Mimi this is turning into one of your fairytales," she said. Mimi giggled, "I guess it is. They're so sweet, especially little Pippin, I love his accent." "Whatever," hissed Roxie, "Bloody annoying if you ask me. Frodo's sweet thought but a little weird. So you reckon Prince Charming might turn up soon?" "We'll see," said Mimi, "My own fairytale, can you imagine it? A city with a great ivory tower and my prince. Oh Roxie do you think it will happen?" Roxie linked her arm through Mimi's, "I don't know. Maybe if you're happy for him to be four foot high." "Hey, we'll match," said Mimi. "You're not quite four foot chicken," said Roxie. "Five-two's close enough," said Mimi, "This place is so lovely."
For the entire day they travelled in the dense wood, dodging the strange riders in black and not daring to risk stepping on the road. As night fell it became even harder to dodge the riders. "Those riders are looking for something, or someone," said Merry, "Frodo?" Frodo breathed deeply, "We cannot stay in the Shire, Sam and I must get to Bree." "Right," said Merry, "Buckleberry ferry, follow me." They darted out of the brush and onto the road. From nowhere appeared one of the riders, his horrific black horse blocking their way. He grabbed for the hobbits, Mimi and Roxie. They slipped passed him and made for the river, running as fast as they could. They boarded the ferry and Sam began to untie the ropes. Turning they saw Frodo running to them, closely pursued by the rider. "Run Frodo," cried Pippin as the raft was taken from the shore by the strong current of the Brandywine river. Frodo reached the bank and leapt onto the raft, leaving the rider a safe distance away. The rider turned back and headed to the road. He met another two and made off along the road. "How far to the nearest crossing?" asked Frodo. "The Brandywine bridge," said Merry, skillfully steering the little raft along the river, "Twenty miles." They crossed the river and once again began their journey to Bree. The weather turned and they were soon drenched. Both Mimi and Roxie's clothes were totally unsuited to the terrain. Finally they reached the gates of the village. Frodo knocked loudly on the door. The gatekeeper opened it and shoved a lantern in their faces. "Hobbits!" he exclaimed, "Four hobbits and good mistresses. What business brings you to Bree?" "We wish to stay at the inn, our business is our own," said Frodo. "Alright young Master, I meant no offence," said the gatekeeper as he ushered them into the village, "Its my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad." "You don't know the half of it," muttered Roxie as they followed Frodo through the dank, dark streets that were even more daunting than Soho. In the end they reached their destination, the inn of The Prancing Pony. Roxie and Mimi stood back as Frodo went up to the bar, which towered high above his head. The innkeeper, a large, bearded man, looked over. "Good evening little Masters," he said cheerily, "If you're seeking accommodation we have some nice, cosy hobbit sized rooms available for you Mr...err...?" "Underhill," said Frodo, "My name's Underhill." "I thought his name was..." said Roxie, trailing off as Mimi nudged her in the ribs. "Underhill...?" said the innkeeper thoughtfully. "We're friends of Gandalf the Grey, could you tell him we've arrived?" said Frodo. "Gandalf? Gandalf?" said the innkeeper not recognizing the name, "Oh Gandalf! I remember, elderly chap, big grey beard, pointy hat...haven't seen him for six months." Frodo's face fell. "What do we do now?" said Pippin.
They sat and ate into the evening, forever watching the door for Gandalf to arrive. "Don't worry Sam," said Frodo, "He'll be here, he'll come." "I hope so," said Roxie, "I want to go home. I'm cold and dirty and tired and I don't like this place." Mimi giggled as she watched Merry, weighed down by a pint-sized tankard, waddle back to the table. "What's that?" asked Pippin as Merry sat down. "This my friend is a pint," said Merry proudly. "It comes in pints?" exclaimed Pippin, "I'm getting one." "But you've had a whole half already," called Sam after him as Pippin headed for the bar. Mimi and Roxie laughed at the comic display but their smiles faded as Sam's attention was drawn to the corner. "That man's done nothing but stare at you since we arrived," he said to Frodo, subtly indicating to a man, hidden under his cape and smoking a long wooden pipe in the corner. "Hah," said Roxie, "Perception check. Have you seen the size of the skirt Mimi's wearing? Unless that guy's a batty its not Frodo he's staring at." "Even so..." said Frodo reaching for the inn keeper's sleeve, "Excuse me, that man over there, who is he?" "He's one of them rangers," said the innkeeper, "Dangerous folk they are wandering the wilds. What his right name is I've never heard but, round here, he's known as Strider." "Strider," said Frodo as the innkeeper moved away. Frodo's eyes began to cloud over and Mimi could swear she could hear an odd, low-pitched whispering. He snapped back to attention as Pippin's voice echoed in the small tavern. "Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins, he's over there, Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin, once removed on his mother's side." "Pippin!" cried Frodo, running towards the other hobbit. He grabbed his shoulder but, as Pippin turned, Frodo slipped and fell. The gold circlet left his hand and flew into the air. He reached out for it as it came back to earth and it fell with absolute precision onto his finger. He disappeared. Loud gasps ran through the crowd and even Frodo's hobbit companions seemed bemused and afraid. Mimi's attention was drawn to the man in the corner as he got to his feet. Frodo still hadn't appeared and the hobbits were getting frantic. Suddenly Mimi spotted him reappear by a pillar in the corner of the room. She got up to go to him but the man got there first and pulled him up by the collar of his jacket. He shoved Frodo up the stairs. This was noticed by the other hobbits. "Frodo!" exclaimed Merry. Picking up anything they could find to arm themselves with, the three hobbits ran upstairs, with Mimi and Roxie close behind. They stormed through the door only to be met by the glitter of a drawn sword. Seeing that his foes were three mere hobbits and two frightened women, the man resheathed his sword. "You have a stout heart little hobbit but that will not save you," he said to Sam, "You can no longer wait for the wizard Frodo, they are coming." Without further word the mysterious Strider ushered them out of the room and to another tavern across the street. There, he paid for a room and took them all upstairs. "Sleep, all of you, we have a long journey to make tomorrow," said Strider sitting in a chair by the window, "I promised Gandalf I would take you on to Rivendell if he did not arrive this night." "Rivendell!" exclaimed Sam, "We're going to see the elves?" "Indeed Master Gamgee. To be precise we are heading to the house of Elrond Halfelven, the lord of Rivendell." "Hey, more little people," said Roxie, "And this time they have wings." "Elves don't have wings," said Frodo. "Nor are they little people," said Strider, "An average elf would be at least a foot taller than our dark haired friend here." He indicated to Mimi. "I have a name," said Mimi. "I thought as much," said Strider, a slight smile briefly lighting his handsome, rugged features, "But I cannot use it as I do not know it." Mimi blushed as his eyes glittered with surpressed laughter. "Mimi Tolkien," she said. Roxie moved in front of her, "And I'm Roxie Jackson." Strider smiled but then his face returned to his normal stern expression, "Sleep now. We leave early." He turned back to the window, indicating that the conversation was over.
The night wore on and three of the hobbits slept. Frodo kept a vigil at the window with Strider. Roxie rolled over to face Mimi who was sleeping. "Hey," she whispered poking her, "Mimi." Mimi woke up and looked unhappily at her friend, "What?" she hissed in a low voice. Roxie's face fell, "I'm scared Mimi, I don't like this. Wizards, hobbits, elves, that strange Strider bloke, this is too weird." "Don't be scared Rox. Okay so those black riders were scary but the hobbits are nice and Strider may be a bit stern but he's got a good heart, I can tell. Maybe its because I dreamed of something like this happening that I'm not scared. This is like the fairytales I've read all my life." "So you think Strider might be Prince Charming?" said Roxie with a sly smile. Mimi giggled, "No. He's very handsome and I imagine quite charming but he's not for me. He's too rough and ready. My prince is gentle, intense but subtly, and beautiful. I'll know him when I see him. Besides, Strider's too dark, I prefer blond men." "You would," giggled Roxie, "Do you think Prince whatsits in Rivendell? Maybe he's an elf-prince." "Don't be daft. Me and an elf. He probably wears a silly green hat and pointy shoes and sits on toadstools," said Mimi, "But if he doesn't... hey he's gotta like me too remember." Roxie opened her mouth to speak but a terrifying, piercing screech echoed from the Prancing Pony. All the hobbits woke and sat bolt upright, scared out of their minds. "What are they?" asked Merry as he moved to the window and saw the black riders leaving the tavern opposite. "They were once men," said Strider, "Great Kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question, one by one falling to darkness. They are the Nazgul, Ringwraiths. Neither living or dead. They are searching for the Ring, forever drawn to the power of the One. They will never stopped hunting you."
Chapter Three.
For six days they travelled through the wilds, Strider taking the lead, as he took them to Rivendell. It was Hell on earth for Roxie and Mimi, they had no travelling clothes only the clothes they wore and their dance outfits. Roxie was distant and moody. She was not one for cold or the rain and she made everyone knew it. Mimi, however, desperately tried to make the best of a bad situation. She loved the hobbits, especially Frodo. He was a dream, kind, funny, all the things she'd ever dreamed for her fairytale. Strider, however, remained distant. He seemed to be thinking, carrying a heavy burden that he could not share. Mimi's heart ached for him, when they spoke, even of trivial things, she could see the pain in his eyes. She wanted to help but, without him opening up to her, there was nothing she could do. Emerging from a small wood, they came upon the ruins of an ancient fort, resting on a great mound. "This was the great watch tower of Amon Sul," said Strider looking up at the fort, "We shall rest here tonight." He set off ahead. "Any luck getting through to old misery guts?" asked Roxie falling into step beside Mimi. "Don't call him that," said Mimi, "Something's troubling him." "Well ask him what's wrong." "I can't, its rude," said Mimi, "I barely know him." "If you don't I will," said Roxie, "And you're a lot more tactful than I am." "Oh alright, I'll talk to him but later okay, I'll get him on his own." "Easy Tiger," exclaimed Roxie. "Oh Rox don't be daft. I've told you already, Strider isn't my type," said Mimi. "Roxie. Mimi," called Pippin from behind, "Wait up." "I think Strider has the right idea," growled Roxie, "I'm going to walk alone." She stormed off as Pippin came up to them. "Mimi, why doesn't Roxie like me?" asked the little hobbit. "I don't know," said Mimi, "She wouldn't say. Things will get better Pippin. Roxie's just not a people person. If its any consolation, I like you. You're very sweet." Pippin blushed and smiled up at her, "I like you too. The stories you tell about your world amaze me." "They amaze you?! What about your world? I never once thought I'd be going to visit elves. Have you ever seen an elf?" asked Mimi. Pippin shook his head, "No but I've heard stories about them from Bilbo, Frodo's uncle. He met the Mirkwood elves when he was on his quest to the Lonely Mountain." "Mirkwood elves?" said Mimi. "Elves from the Northern realm of Mirkwood," explained Pippin, "From the other side of the Misty Mountains. The elven city is called Elbereth after the star and it is ruled over by King Thranduil and Queen Elemmire. The elves are very beautiful, their son, Legolas, is especially famed." "Legolas?" asked Mimi, giggling at the name. "Prince Legolas, heir to the throne of Mirkwood, although he may not make the post. With his famed looks also comes his famed rebellion," said Pippin, "He is a curious one, I hear, and very headstrong. Rumor has it that he recently refused a third arranged marriage." "Good for him," said Mimi, "People shouldn't be told who they can and can't marry." "Try telling his father that," said Pippin as they reached the summit of the mound. They sat down on the hard, rocky plateau. Strider took a heavy bag off his back and emptied the contents onto the floor. Inside were four short swords, mini replicas of the one he carried himself. He handed one to each of the hobbits. "These are for you, keep them close," he said, "I'm afraid I have nothing for you ladies. If the need arises I want you to remain hidden." "The need arises...?" said Roxie looking frightened. She shifted closer to Merry. "I'm going for a look around," said Strider getting up and moving away. "Wait," called Mimi. "Yes?" "I want to come with you." Strider frowned, "I usually like to..." he trailed off and caught her pleading gaze, "Okay, alright, you can come." Mimi ran up to him and they headed into the darkness. "I'm going to get some sleep," said Frodo settling down as best he could. "Same here," said Roxie, "My feet are killing me. Not that I'll sleep, its too fucking cold." "Come here," said Frodo. Roxie lay beside him and he hugged her tightly. "Warmer?" he asked. "Much," said Roxie hugging him back. Pippin felt something stir inside him as Roxie fell asleep beside Frodo. "Hey Pip, what's up?" said Merry, "You look like you want to commit murder." "Its not fair," hissed Pippin, "Why does she like Frodo and not me? Everyone always prefers him." "Ooh, jealousy raises its ugly head," mocked Sam, "Do you like her or something?" "No," cried Pippin blushing, "I just...oh shut up. Let's eat, I'm starving."
"Strider, is something bothering you?" asked Mimi to the silent ranger beside her. "We have nine Nazgul riders behind us and I have to get Frodo to Rivendell alive. I would say something's bothering me," said Strider quickening his step. Mimi matched his speed and caught his arm, "You know that's not what I mean," she said, "I can see you carry some heavy burden that is hurting you deeply. Perhaps the pain will ease if you share it." Strider turned to her and smiled sadly, "Despite the kindness that I know is within you Mimi, you would not understand." "Try me," pressed Mimi, "You think because I'm not from your world I don't understand your problems? I'm human too Strider." He took her hand and sat her down beside him, "This is very hard," he said softly, "If I tell you do you promise not to tell anyone, not even Roxie?" Mimi marked a cross on her chest, "Cross my heart," she said. "Well to start with my name isn't Strider, its Aragorn." Mimi looked at him quizzically, "I take it that if I was native to Middle Earth that revelation would have been met with a gasp," she said. Aragorn laughed, "I suppose it would, it doesn't have the same affect on an out-of-towner. I am the heir to the throne of Gondor and Arnor, heir to the rule of men," he said, "A long time ago, in the Second Age, the year thirty-four thirty-four to be exact, there was a great battle. An alliance of men and elves marched on Mount Doom, in the dark land of Mordor, to destroy the dark lord Sauron. Sauron had a ring, the one Frodo carries, that allowed him power over Middle Earth. I will spare you the details but my ancestor, Isildur, took the Ring from Sauron and could have destroyed it but he didn't. He betrayed my bloodline and shamed my family. I fled to exile from my homeland in Gondor. I did not want to be another treacherous king in the line of Elendil and Isildur." Mimi lay a hand on his shoulder as he paused, "Are you okay?" she asked. Aragorn nodded, "I'm fine. I was lucky. I went to Rivendell and I was taken in by Lord Elrond. He raised me as his own and that's where I met Arwen." "Arwen?" "Elrond's daughter, the woman I love. You'll meet her when we reach Rivendell." "Aragorn do you...?" Mimi began but the familiar scream of the Ringwraiths stopped her. "Frodo!" said Aragorn pulling a dagger from the side of his thigh and handing it to Mimi. She took it reluctantly, "I can't fight." "Your instincts will guide you," said Aragorn as they ran to the camp. It was deserted. Aragorn took up a burning branch and led Mimi up the stairs to the plateau above. It took Mimi a moment to understand the situation as Aragorn ran into the fray, sending three of the Ringwraiths burning and screaming from the plateau. Mimi ran to Frodo who was lying in Sam's arms. "What happened?" she asked. Before Sam could answer a wraith came at them. Without a thought, Mimi took up Sam's sword and fought back. Striking it in it's midsection, she sent the wraith screaming from Amon Sul. Joining Aragorn, they fought off the final five. The others were crowded around Frodo. Aragorn pushed through to him. "What's wrong with him?" asked Pippin. "He's been stabbed by a Morgoth blade," said Aragorn picking up the Nazgul's dagger. It disintegrated in his hand and he threw the hilt to the floor, "This is beyond my skill to heal," he said examining Frodo's shoulder and lifting him into his arms, "He needs elvish medicine." They packed up their camp as Frodo wailed in Aragorn's arms. They headed back into the wild, painfully aware of the wraiths that followed close behind. "Do those bastards never die?" cried Roxie. "Not until the Ring is destroyed," said Aragorn, "Hurry, we need to get Frodo to Rivendell."
They ran for miles, stumbling over fallen trees and the heavy brush. Her heels catching in a vine, Mimi fell. Pippin helped her to her feet, she was covered in mud. She tried to walk but pain flared in her ankle. "Strider," called Pippin. The ranger turned. "She can't go on." "Roxie take Frodo," said Aragorn handing the crying hobbit to her. He came over to Mimi and lifted her into his arms, "We can rest a little further on," he said, "Through there."
They ventured further, slower now, until they reached a clearing with three ugly statues of trolls. Aragorn lay Mimi down and then took Frodo from Roxie. The wraiths screamed close by. "They're close," said Merry, his eyes darting around in the darkness. Sam was fussing over Frodo, "Mister Frodo? Frodo? He's going cold." "Sam," called Aragorn, "Do you know the Athalas plant?" "Athalas?" "Kinsfoil?" "Kinsfoil, yes it's a weed," said Sam. "It may help to slow the poison, help me find some." Taking up two lighted torches, they headed into the brush. Mimi shuffled over to Frodo, "Hold on little one," she said stroking his forehead, "stay with us Frodo." "Strider better hurry," said Roxie, "Those creatures are getting closer." "I'm scared," said Pippin edging closer to her. Mimi thought Roxie would pull away but instead she hugged the tiny hobbit tightly and kissed his hair, "We'll be okay Pip. We'll get to Rivendell, you'll see," she said softly. The sound of galloping hooves caught their attention. "Wraiths?" hissed Merry. A light appeared ahead and a white horse emerged from the woods. A beautiful, dark haired woman in long flowing robes got off the horse, making no sound as she hit the floor. Frodo looked over to her, drawn by the eerie light that surrounded her. "Frodo," she said, "Im Aruwan tellin lle thiy. Lasto beth nin tollo del nen galot." Aragorn and Sam ran back into the clearing. The woman and Aragorn knelt beside Frodo. "Frodo?" called the woman. He wailed as Aragorn tended his shoulder. "He's fading," said the woman as Aragorn picked up the little hobbit and walked over to the beautiful horse. "Who is she?" asked Pippin. "She's an elf," said Merry noticing her delicately pointed ears. "We have to get him to my Father," said the elf, "I have been searching for you for three days. There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know." Aragorn put Frodo on the horse's back and turned to the elven woman. At first Mimi thought they were speaking too quietly to be heard but then she realised they were speaking in a completely foreign language. They began arguing, Aragorn trying to persuade her of something but she was being stubborn. "I do not fear them," she said reverting back to English. "I know," said Aragorn helping her on to the horse behind Frodo, "Arwen, ride hard, don't look back." The elven woman held his gaze for a moment and then spoke to her horse, "Noro lim Asfaloth," she said. "What are you doing?" cried Sam as Arwen sped off into the woods, "Those wraiths are still out there." "She knows what she's doing," said Aragorn watching after her.
A night's rest saw Mimi's ankle healed and they headed onwards to Rivendell. Aragorn was even quieter than usual as he led them through the woods. He was worried and only Mimi knew why. Roxie was protesting to his attitude and Mimi wanted to scream at her that Aragorn had every right to be silent as he'd just sent the woman he loved alone against the Ringwraiths that hunted the precious hobbit she carried. As the day began to wane, they came upon a path that led deep into a valley. Descending the path the sight that greeted them was breath taking. Amongst the tall trees and crystal waterfalls sat a beautiful citadel. It was so at one with it's surroundings that it almost looked as if nature had put it there. "Is that Rivendell?" asked Mimi coming beside Aragorn. He nodded, not looking at her. "She'll be there Aragorn, she'll be fine," said Mimi. "I hope so," said Aragorn managing a weak smile. Following Aragorn into the city they were greeted by a group of dark haired elves in deeply coloured robes. At first Mimi thought they were all female as the had long, perfectly styled hair and light, porcelain complexions, but they were both men and women. One man stepped forward to Aragorn, who bowed low before him. "My Lord," said Aragorn returning to standing. "Aragorn, we have prayed to the spirits for your safe return," said the elven lord, hugging him. "My safe return is unimportant," said Aragorn, "Did the Lady Evenstar and Frodo arrive safely?" "Yes they are safe. Frodo is recovering and Gandalf is with him. He will sleep for many days, the poison went very deep, he..." "ARAGORN!" A loud yell from across the courtyard caught everyone's attention. In a flurry of movement a tall, blond figure ran to Aragorn and hugged him tightly. "Mirky!" cried Aragorn hugging him back and then pulling back to look at him, "What are you doing here?" "Father sent me. Something about a quest, pretty exciting hey?" said the strangely beautiful elf. Mimi regarded him silently. He was tall, over six foot, with long blond hair that flowed without a flaw over his shoulders and was fastened in a half plait to keep it from his eyes. His complexion was pale but healthy and his clothes were like something out of a Robin Hood drama but, above all else, he was deeply, eerily beautiful. "Hah! Batty boys!" hissed Roxie beside her. Mimi elbowed her hard. "Don't make assumptions. Their world is different to our's," said Mimi. "Yes Mum," giggled Roxie, "So Mimi do you believe in love at first sight?" "You what?" "Nothing," said Roxie as Aragorn brought the blond elven man over to them and the hobbits. "Legolas my friend, meet my charges. Meriadoc Brandybuck, Samwise Gamgee and Peregrin Took." "Pleased to meet you," said Legolas, "This is the first time I've met a conscious hobbit. I was here when Frodo's Uncle Bilbo was in Mirkwood." The hobbits stood staring at him in stunned silence. Legolas laughed, "I see my title proceeds me. Please I don't care for ceremony, treat me as an equal." Pippin nodded vaguely. "And this is Roxie Jackson and Mimi Tolkien," said Aragorn. "Hi!" said Roxie, "So what's the rep?" "Excuse me?" said Legolas confused. "You said your title proceeded you," said Roxie, "What is it?" "Arwen was right, you're not from around here are you? The title I come with is high Prince of Mirkwood," said Legolas. Roxie giggled, "You need to talk to her then," she said indicating to Mimi, "She has a thing for princes." "Rox!" hissed Mimi as Legolas turned to her. She dropped into a curtsy. Legolas bent down, took her hand and raised her to her feet. "Please my dear child, I don't need or want any honour," he said capturing her gaze. Mimi's heart lept into her throat, "Okay," she choked. Her knees went weak as he smiled. "Mimi, isn't it?" "Uh-huh." "I'm Legolas," He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, "And I'm honoured to meet you." Mimi giggled coyly, "The pleasures all mine," she said. "Your Highness?" called a dark haired servant as he entered. "Yes?" said Legolas, reluctantly releasing Mimi's gaze. "Prime Minister Pheobus asks for a brief council with you," said the servant. Legolas sighed, "Oh very well," he said, "I hope to see you all soon." He turned to Aragorn, "You and I have a lot to catch up on. We've been apart for far too long." Aragorn laughed, "Indeed. You have to tell me your reasons for refusing two brides in as many months," he said. "I see rumor travels fast. I'll call by this evening," said Legolas. He turned and bowed to the dark elven lord who had originally greeted them, "Lord Elrond, adieu." Mimi watched in awe as the beautiful, elven prince left the courtyard. "Put your eyes back in your head Mimi Tolkien," said Roxie laughing at her friend's stunned expression. "I think I've found him," said Mimi brushing her hand where Legolas had kissed her. "Who?" asked Roxie. Mimi turned to her and smiled, "Prince Charming. He's amazing." "He's a woman!" exclaimed Roxie, "But he did seem quite taken by you." Their attention drawn back to the elven group the introductions continued.
Three days passed in Rivendell and Mimi, Roxie and the hobbits came to know it's people. Lord Elrond was a dark and handsome elf of about forty. He was kind and welcomed them warmly. His daughter, Arwen, was equally kind and developed an instant rapour with Roxie and Mimi with her insatiable curiosity of their world. They also met the legendary Gandalf who matched the inn keeper's description at Bree. Gandalf watched over the still sleeping Frodo and could offer little help in finding a way back to London. The Rivendell elves and those of the Mirkwood party began to try their magic at getting them home. Despite meeting half the citadel, Mimi hadn't seen Legolas at all.
CHAPTER FOUR.
Mimi sat, staring into the mirror as an elven servant fastened her hair into a beautifully intricate style. "I've never been to a ball before, especially not a masquerade," said Mimi admiring her hair. "It's a favourite of His Royal Highness," said the elven maid, "He holds many a masquerade at Mirkwood so I've heard, when he's not here that is. Prince Legolas comes here every spring." Mimi turned to her, "So you see him often then?" she said. "Yes, he comes to see the Lady Evenstar. I don't know the purpose of his visit at this time of year though. He arrived just two days before you did. Its caused quite a stir amongst the younger maids, they...well, he is very handsome," said the maid blushing. "Yes he is," said Mimi returning her attention to her reflection. There was a knock on the door and Roxie walked in. Her gown was white, woven with glittering gold and her hair piled high on her head in beautiful curls. She carried a small gold mask on a stick in her hand. "Rox you look stunning," said Mimi getting up and turning to her. "Thanks huney, so do you. Planning on catching his eye tonight?" The elven maid curtsied and left the two friends alone. "Rox please. I haven't seen Legolas since we arrived and yeah he's cute but he could have a rotten personality for all we know. Besides, he's a prince, I'm hardly in the same league and Arwen said that he has always prefered solitude," said Mimi, the silver weave of her dress sparkling as she picked up her mask. She headed to the door, "Come on, we might as well make an appearance at this ball even though we're both going to look totally out of place." Roxie laughed as she followed Mimi out of the room.
The scene in the main hall was totally overwhelming. Elves and men were all decadently dressed and dancing in amazing patterns on the floor. There was a low hum of conversation and laughter as people mingled and were introduced to one another. Mimi shrank back. "We so don't belong here," she said scanning the room. There he was. Beautiful, grand but gentle, even from a distance. Legolas sat on a raised plateau with Lord Elrond, Arwen and Aragorn. He was talking with Aragorn, his long, golden hair dancing about his shoulders as he laughed. Mimi took in a gasp. "Easy girl," said Roxie, waving at Arwen who had just noticed them, "Remember, he's a prince." Mimi watched as Arwen tapped Aragorn's arm and pointed over to them. He looked up, as did Legolas. He said something briefly to the elven prince, got to his feet and began to walk over to them. Legolas caught Mimi's gaze, smiled and waved politely before turning back to Arwen. Aragorn came up to them, "You two look stunning," he said. He looked a completely different person, dressed in a simple but well made doublet and trousers rather than in the travelling clothes they'd previously seen him in, "I'm so glad you chose to come." "I've always fancied going to a masquerade," said Mimi, "Its where a girl..." "Where a girl what?" asked Aragorn as she trailed off into silence. "Nothing," said Mimi, "Just one of my stories back home." "Hey," said Roxie, "We can't just stand here yacking all night. Come on Strider, how's about you teach me one of these waltzes?" "Okay," said Aragorn offering her his hand, "See you in a couple of minutes Mimi." He led Roxie to the floor.
Roxie was soon in great demand, her stunning looks making her a prize partner for both men and elves and she loved every minute of it. Mimi smiled, happy her friend was finally enjoying Middle Earth but she was sad inside. She felt out of place and common but, most of all, alone. The dance floor cleared and a young elven couple, obviously lovers, took the floor. The musicians began but this time the tune they played was different to everything else Mimi had heard that evening. She could liken it only to the flamenco music she had heard when her parents had taken her to Madrid when she was eight. Mimi watched as they danced, passionately, completely at one with eachother. She felt a longing grow inside her, a wish to learn to dance that way and feel such contact with someone.
Legolas watched as Arwen's brother and his new bride danced. He closed his eyes, trying to picture the woman he would one day share the experience with but he couldn't she her. Arwen leant over to him. "Hey dreamer! That could have been you if you'd married the last bride Thranduil found for you," she said mocking him. Legolas turned to her as the dance ended, "Don't be cheeky," he said, "For that my dear cousin I demand you grant me this dance." "Certainly Your Highness," said Arwen as he took her to the floor. Legolas saw Mimi get to her feet and run from the room onto the dark balcony outside. She looked upset. Something kicked in his mind and, before he knew what he was doing, he turned to Arwen, "I'm sorry Arwen, would you mind if I handed you to someone else?" he said. "Of course not but why?" called Arwen as he headed off. "I'll tell you later," he called back over his shoulder.
Mimi looked out over Rivendell, tears streaming down her face. She started as she heard a sweetly accented voice behind her. "Beautiful isn't it?" She turned and dropped into a curtsy as she saw Legolas behind her, "Your Highness," she said still choked by her sobs. He raised her to her feet and looked at her concerned. "Why are you crying?" he asked. "I'm not crying," said Mimi quickly wiping her eyes on her sleeve, "Its just the wind making my eyes water." Legolas laughed, "There is no wind My Lady," he said, "Please, tell me what's wrong if you can, you look so sad." "Its nothing Your Highness, really," said Mimi. He smiled warmly, "Call me Legolas," he said, "I hate all this regal nonsense. I think its time we were introduced without the titles." Mimi giggled, "You're not at all as I thought you'd be," she said. Legolas raised an eyebrow in question, "I take it that's a good thing?" he said, "Don't tell me, the second you heard prince you thought stuffy, overbearing idiot right?" "Its kinda what I've been taught back home," said Mimi blushing. "Well I can't have you thinking that so let me dispense with the title," he said, offering her his hand, "Legolas." "Mimi Tolkien," she said shaking his hand. "If you don't mind me asking, is Mimi short for something?" asked Legolas sitting down on the ledge. "Its short for Miranda but everyone calls me Mimi," she said joining him. "Okay then Mimi, are you going to tell me why you were crying?" "I just felt of place, that's all. I'm not designed for all these regal airs and graces." "I know how you feel," said Legolas looking out over the view. "What do you mean?" said Mimi, "You're a prince, surely you should be used to it." "I'm used to it but I don't feel comfortable with it. I hate all these balls and formalities, I'm not designed for them. I prefer to be free of all restraint and rules." "But the elf who did my hair tonight said you loved masquerades," said Mimi. Legolas laughed, "So that's what the underlings think of me then. Its Arwen who loves them, not me, I call them for her." "Are you two related in some way?" "We're cousins, well sort of, her mother, Celebrian was my cousin but she died a very long time ago. The man you saw dancing tonight was my cousin Elhorir." Said Legolas leaning back against a pillar and fixing her gaze. Mimi blushed and averted her eyes, "That dancing was wonderful. We have something similar back home, its called the flamenco. I learnt a bit at dance school." "You went to a school for dancing?" said Legolas, "Wow! You must be wonderful then." "I'm okay," said Mimi, "Nothing special." "You're one of those are you?" said Legolas. "One of what?" "Someone who doesn't recognise her own talents and virtues," said Legolas, taking her hand. "Will you dance with me?" he asked raising her to her feet. "I can't dance like they are in there!" exclaimed Mimi. "We're not going to dance with them. I'll teach you that elven dance you saw," said Legolas slipping his free hand onto her waist. "But that's so..." Mimi stopped as he pulled her close to him. Running her hand up his arm, she gripped his shoulder as he gently bent her back. Whipping her back up, they turned and fell into a heap on the floor. "How very graceful," laughed Mimi as he helped her back to her feet. "Perhaps its not as easy as it looks," said Legolas blushing. "Well I've got nowhere to be," said Mimi, moving back into his arms, "And I'm a fast learner." "Alright then, lesson number one," said Legolas as they started to dance again.
Time flew by and the night grew darker as the ball continued. Legolas and Mimi were still outside and now dancing confidently with eachother. Their friendship was instant as they'd talked together and learnt about eachother as they danced. Breathless they sat back down on the ledge. "Are you sure you're not an elf?" said Legolas folding his legs beneath him. "Quite sure," said Mimi, "I don't have the ears." "Are you making fun of me? Because if you are I can make fun of humans just as easily. Shorty!" Mimi shoved him playfully, "Rude. That's it elf-boy you die." "Hey, you neglected to mention you were evil," said Legolas grabbing her wrists and holding her arms to her side. "Don't make me bite you," said Mimi wriggling. "Easy Mimi, we've only just met. You London girls don't mind do you?" "Hey, I'm quite choosy actually. Besides, it doesn't sound as if your father would take too kindly to me," said Mimi as he released her arms. "No, you're far too witty, intelligent and human for his liking," said Legolas, "He wants my bride to be trophy but I want so much more." "Love?" asked Mimi. "Yes but most of all friendship. I want someone I can talk to and share everything with," said Legolas toying idly with the necklace he wore, "I want someone who's smart and can make me laugh. If not, I'd be lonely." "I know what you mean," said Mimi, "I could never live in a loveless relationship, let alone marry. Arrangements just cause misery for both and terms and conditions are not a good foundation for love or friendship." Legolas smiled and took her hand, "You know what?" he said, "I'm so glad you came to Middle Earth Mimi, I've never made such a good friend so quickly." "Neither have I," said Mimi. Her face fell, "But we shan't be friends for long. When Elrond and the others find a way home I'll go back to London and we'll never see eachother again." Legolas kissed the back of her hand, "That could be a long way off. Live for today, that's what I say. You never know what's around the corner. How's about you and I just have a great time while you and Roxie are here and not think of the future? Okay?" "Okay," said Mimi, a smile returning to her face. "Good," said Legolas dropping her hand and laying his hand on her waist. "Your Highness?" came a voice from the doorway. Legolas grimaced, "Oh God," he hissed, "This is all I need." Mimi giggled as he got to his feet and turned to the figure, hidden by shadow. "Prime Minister Pheobus," he said with mock politeness, "To what do I owe this pleasure." A tall blond elf came out of the shadows and bowed to Legolas. He had a similar beauty to the elven prince but it was marred by something Mimi couldn't place. "The Lord of the Half-elves requests your presence Sire." "Very well," groaned Legolas, "Inform him I'll be but a moment." Pheobus didn't move. "Well what are you waiting for?" said Legolas, "You have your orders." Pheobus chuckled quietly as he returned to the ball. "Uck I hate him," said Legolas flopping back down on the ledge. "He seems a bit slimy," said Mimi, "Are you okay Legolas? You look really harassed." He smiled, "I'm fine. He just annoys me, that's all. My Father made him Prime Minister six months ago and he's been a nightmare since. I can't do a thing without him telling me that I shouldn't," said Legolas adjusting his light grey doublet. "Wasn't he voted into power?" asked Mimi. "No, my Father hasn't installed a democratic route for a Prime Minister yet but I wish he would. For freedom to exist there has to be democracy." "Totally," said Mimi, "Perhaps when you're king you could change things." Legolas laughed and helped her to her feet, "Maybe I could," he said holding her hands tightly, "I guess this is goodnight then." "I guess so," said Mimi. Legolas raised her hand to his lips and kissed it softly, his touch warm and lingering. Mimi closed her eyes briefly, letting the sensation flood her mind. "Goodnight," he said looking up at her. Mimi opened her eyes and blushed but her colour faded as his smile dispersed any embarrassment. "Goodnight," she said as his hand slipped slowly from her's. Turning to face her, he blew her a kiss and disappeared back into the ball. Leaning back against the wall, Mimi let the heavy scent of the climbing roses wash over her as she begged her heart to stop hammering so hard. Wrapping her arms around herself she closed her eyes and let her mind wander onto her daydream. Two strong arms went around her and she felt soft, warm lips lingering in her hair. She leant back and felt the silk of his hair against her cheek. He whispered her name, her real name, his sweet, unearthly accent like an unknown song in her mind. She turned to face him, his electric blue eyes captivating her. She leant towards him... "Hey Mimi!!!" Roxie's voice tore through Mimi's vision and her prince disappeared, "I've been looking for you everywhere. Where've you been?" Mimi smiled as her friend ran up to her, "I've been here, with Legolas." Roxie raised an eyebrow, "And...?" "And what?" said Mimi, "Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself Roxanne Jackson. We were just talking and dancing, he taught me that elven dance Arwen's brother was doing earlier." "Whoa! He doesn't mind. Be careful Mim, okay?" said Roxie looking concerned. "It wasn't like that, it was lovely. He was so wonderful and gentle and...and...oh I don't...he was just so natural. Everyone here is all pomp and circumstance, he's just normal." Roxie smiled slyly, "Someone sounds as if she's a smitten kitten. So do you really believe he's Prince Charming?" "I think so," said Mimi, "I hope so." Laughing they both returned to the ball.
The next day was beautiful and warm. Mimi awoke in the large, soft, elven bed and sat up, momentarily disorientated. Climbing out of bed, she walked to her balcony and looked down at the courtyard below. The hobbits were there with Frodo's uncle Bilbo and the wizard Gandalf. Frodo was still sleeping, recovering from the morgoth poisoning. Pippin looked up at Mimi and waved. She waved back and returned inside, to her closet. She pulled out one of the dresses and put it on. The clothes were designed for elven guests and the dress was far too long. She ran a brush through her hair and set off to Roxie's room. Mimi stumbled along the corridor, trying to hold up the skirt from her feet. As she got to the door, Roxie came out with a tall, dark haired elf. "Oh hey Mimi," she said. "Hey. I take it you're off out," said Mimi. Roxie nodded, "We're doing the sights with Elrond and the hobbits. You can come along if you want, its an open invitation." "No thanks," said Mimi, "I'll see you later, have a great day." Roxie hugged her, "You too honey. Perhaps you should go and see Legolas," she said with a playful wink. "Behave! But maybe...he's probably busy." "You'll never know unless you try," said Roxie, "Go on, I'll come for an update later on." Mimi watched as Roxie made off down the corridor with her elven escort. Turning she headed in the other direction in search of Legolas, still stumbling over her dress. She searched for over an hour along the winding corridors until she decided to give up and go back to her room. A door clicked open behind her but she paid it no mind. There was a stifled gasp and then someone called out to her, "My Lady Mimi!" She pivoted to answer but her legs caught in her dress and she fell to the floor. Her pride hurt more than anything, she didn't get up. "Are you okay?" "Shit," hissed Mimi as she heard Legolas' voice, "Fine," she said aloud. He knelt in front of her and sat her up, "I could make a joke about you being the first woman to fall at my feet but I don't think it would be appropriate," he said. Mimi turned her face away, embarrassed. "Hey! Its warm enough today without you blushing like that." Mimi giggled, "Stupid dress," she said, "Its far too long, I've been tripping over it all day. I suppose it's a good thing it was you I fell over in front of, you're the one I was looking for." She got to her feet. "Well we'll either have to do something about your height or the hem of that dress," said Legolas taking her hand. She flinched and pulled away. Her hand throbbed where she'd grazed it. "I thought I'd stopped doing that when I was ten," she said, paling at the sight of her own blood. Before she knew what was happening, Legolas lifted her into his arms. "So now I have both your hand and your dress to deal with," he said carrying her into his room. Kicking the door closed, he sat her down on a dresser chair. Mimi glanced around as Legolas went to the cupboard and began rummaging inside, the place was a mess. Clothes were hung on the bedposts, over chairs, and books, quills, papers and anything and everything else was strewn over the floor. Legolas turned back to her and blushed as he too surveyed the mess, "I'm afraid I'm a very untidy house guest," he said as he walked over carrying two small wooden boxes. He set them down on the dresser and knelt in front of her. Opening one of the boxes, he took a bottle of a funny grey liquid and a piece of linen out. He poured some of the liquid onto the linen. "Give me your hand," he said. Mimi resisted, "I won't hurt Mimi, I promise." She gave him her hand and he gently dabbed at her cut with the cool material. As if by magic, the cut disappeared. Mimi gazed in wonder at her hand. Legolas laughed, "Elven medicine is a bit different from your's I take it," he said resting his hands on her knees. "Just a bit," said Mimi before bursting into giggles. "What?" said Legolas. "Its quite ironic really," said Mimi looking down at him, "When I was very little my Mother used to kiss me where I'd hurt myself and say that the pixies would come and make it better. I never thought one day a real pixie would be healing me." Taking her hand, Legolas pressed his lips to her palm, "We wouldn't want to break with tradition," he said, "Now to your dress. Hmm? I know." He went over to his bed and picked up a long blue robe. He handed it to Mimi and nodded to the screen in the corner, "Change into that and I'll see what I can do with that dress," he said. Mimi shrugged, took the robe and headed back behind the screen. She threw her dress to Legolas. He took the second of the boxes off the dresser and sat down on the bed. Threading up a needle with cotton from the box, he began to take up the hem of Mimi's dress. A deliberate cough caught his attention. Mimi lent against the screen, the robe pulled tight around her waist and flowing over her, accentuating her figure. "What do you think?" she said. Legolas had to force himself to blink and speak, "It...it...it suits you," he managed to stutter. "Thank you," said Mimi sitting on the bed beside him. Legolas turned his attention back to her dress but he couldn't stop his mind wandering over her, imagining her in his arms. He shook off the image as she spoke. "A man who can sew, I'm impressed," she said as he continued to alter the delicate material. "I have to be able to. I tend to be off on my own most of the time so it's a necessity," he said as he tied off the line, "There you go, all done. You can get changed again if you want." Mimi giggled, "You call that done? Legolas you've barely done anything!" she exclaimed, "If you don't feel comfortable with me dressed like this I can hide behind the screen until you've finished." Legolas turned to her, finally meeting her eyes, "I'm not uncomfortable, I just thought you would be." "I could never be uncomfortable with you," said Mimi, "You're too sweet...not like the men back home." Mimi's face fell and she got off the bed and headed out onto the balcony. "What's wrong?" said Legolas following her. She turned to him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh Mimi what's the matter?" "You're the first person...man, who's ever treated me with any respect...I'm sorry, I shouldn't get this way," said Mimi burying her face in her hands. Legolas took her hands from her face and pulled her to him, hugging her tightly. She clung to him, crying into his shoulder as he ran his hand along her back, trying to calm her. "Tell me what's wrong. I can't bear to see you cry. A person like you doesn't deserve to suffer in silence. Mimi?" he said as he felt her shake in his arms. She stopped crying but for a while just stood silently in his embrace, letting the warmth of him and the woodland scent of his hair erase some of the pain she felt inside. She ran her hand up his chest and onto his cheek. She looked up at him, the intensity of her eyes so powerful that it almost frightened him. "Can I tell you my story?" she asked, her voice choked with emotion. "Of course you can," said Legolas, returning her touch, "I'll listen all day and all night if that's how long it takes for you to smile again." He kissed her forehead and led her back inside. Sitting her down on a rocking chair, he knelt in front of her and took her hands, "Now, from the beginning, I'm listening."
Mimi went through her life from start to end. How her mother had come over from Spain with a gypsy circus and met her father. How she'd grown up with her father's best friend's daughter, Roxie. Then the fateful day when she was nine and she was playing at Roxie's. The police came to the house and Sophie, Roxie's mother, started crying. She hugged Mimi, telling her everything would be fine, and then she dropped the bombshell that destroyed Mimi's world. John and Francesca Tolkien, her parents, were dead. They'd died in a car crash when they were going to work, a simple accident that ruined their only child's happiness. She'd barely understood why it had happened at the time but she was soon adopted by Roxie's parents and she slowly learned to live again. Following in the footsteps of her best friend and sister, she went to Streetcar and learnt music, drama, ballet and jazz. She'd graduated with a diploma but then it had gone wrong. Theatre land wasn't as she'd dreamed and with no money she had to take a job as a table dancer at Moonshine in Soho. Legolas listened with silent concern, occasionally offering a gentle comforting touch, as she told him of all the accusations and abuses she's had to face in her job, and of Brad. Too distraught to be embarrassed about telling, in reality, a stranger about her love life, everything came out, even the tale of her fantasy world and life. By the end she was fighting hysterics. Unable to hold back any longer, she fell into his arms, desperate for the comfort his embrace brought her. Holding her tightly, Legolas rocked her, whispering sweet, comforting words into her hair. "Hush. Mimi you won't be hurt again I swear to you," he said as she clung to his doublet. "Don't make promises you can't keep Legolas," sobbed Mimi, "When I go home I won't have you to protect me, it'll just be me and Roxie again." Legolas tilted her face up to his, "Then don't go," he said, "Correct me if I'm wrong Mimi but you don't have anything to go back to. Why not stay in Middle Earth with us? You could stay in Rivendell or even travel with me if you like. Its your choice." "You mean it?" said Mimi lying against his chest. "Of course I mean it. Look I know we've only known eachother properly for two days but you're one of my dearest friends and I'd hate to see you leave. Look, how about I make us something to drink, then we can sit in the sunshine and talk about trivial nonsense to make us smile. I could even finish your dress." Mimi laughed through her tears, "I'd like that," she said standing. "That's more like it," said Legolas standing up and kissing her cheek, "Come on darling, let's get a couple of chairs outside."
Hours passed by and twilight fell over Rivendell. Time seemed unimportant however to the young couple who sat talking and laughing on the high ornate balcony that looked out over the inner courtyard. Mimi wasn't sure what was creating the free intoxication in her mind. She couldn't decide whether there was something in the strange elven tea she was drinking or just the intense beauty of her companion combined with the ease of his personality. Her heart was set, he was one of the most wonderful people she had met in her twenty years of life. Legolas' laughter echoed around the quieting citadel, "Oh sweet Mimi, Aragorn is a complete pansy, I can assure you. I've known him for years. He comes across as all tough and arrogant but just say Arwen's name and he'll faint on the spot," he said. "I'll tell him you said that," said Mimi getting to her feet and leaning on the balcony ledge. She watched the sky as twilight slowly gave way to night and the stars began to appear. "Its such a beautiful night," she said as she heard Legolas move behind her, "I..." She trailed off as his arms went around her waist. He kissed her hair and then rested his chin on her shoulder. She lent back and felt his hair against her cheek as she closed her eyes. "The stars are amazing," she said trying to turn her attention from the beating in her chest. "They always are when the company's right," said Legolas. Something fluttered passed them and lighted on the ledge. "What is it?" asked Mimi watching the tiny, glowing creature fold it's wings behind it's back and start to dance, totally unaware of their presence. "A flower nymph," said Legolas taking her hand and holding it still in front of her. The tiny nymph flew onto her hand and rested there, barely making the weight of a feather on Mimi's fingers. "Oh Legolas," she sighed as she watched the tiny creature, "Everything is so wonderful here." The nymph took wing, still totally unaware of it's previous resting place. Legolas pressed his lips to Mimi's hand, "You'd better change back into your dress," he said as she turned back to face him, "I'm expecting Aragorn soon and he has a habit of jumping to the wrong conclusions." Mimi stared at him innocently, "You mean we aren't going public with our sordid little affair then Your Highness?" Legolas pulled her firmly against him, playing along, "I want to keep you all to myself," he laughed, "So that I can bend you to my every dark purpose." Mimi ran her hands over the firm muscles of his chest and felt his heart racing as fast as her's. She stared up into his eyes and lent towards him. Her confidence fleeing her, she quickly kissed his cheek and pulled away. "I better change," she said walking back inside. She slipped behind the dressing screen with her newly hemmed dress. "You'll have to dance for me one day Mimi," said Legolas leaning on the bedpost. "You don't want to see me dance," called Mimi, "I'm not exactly fantastic." "I thought it was the audience that was meant to judge that sort of thing." "Maybe," said Mimi emerging back in her elven dress, "I'll have to see how I feel. Well I'd better say goodnight before Aragorn gets here." She walked over to him and he took her hands. "You can stay if you want, we'll only be talking about rubbish though," said Legolas, "If you ever want anyone to talk to you know where to find me." "Of course," said Mimi, "So do I get a hug goodnight?" Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she hugged him tightly. She could barely pull back to look at him as he held her. "Goodnight," she said softly her face only a few inches from his. "Goodnight," he said reluctantly releasing her. She moved to the door and opened it. Legolas caught her hand and kissed the back of it, "Just remember, anytime," he said. "I'll remember," said Mimi as he kissed her again. Slipping out of the door, she disappeared down the dark corridor. Closing the door, Legolas lay back against it. He closed his eyes as his heart thumped hard in his chest, "Get a grip on yourself," he muttered. His attention was drawn to the robe slung over the screen. Walking over, he picked it up and began to fold it. Stopping, he stared down at it, running a hand over the delicate embroidery. He pressed his face into the material, the smell of Mimi's perfume overwhelming him. He unfolded it and wrapped it around his shoulders. Lying down on the bed, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. There she stood, by his side, wearing the silver robes of a Mirkwood princess. Her chestnut hair flowing freely about her shoulders and her evergreen eyes taking in every detail of this new world. She turned to him, her eyes blazing with trust and...and... His mind kicked but he tried to shake it off. His mind won... And love, there was love in her eyes, true, deep, passionate love only for him. Not love of his title or his fortunes but for him. "Oh Mimi, sweet angel Miranda," he said before he could check himself. Abandoning himself to his imaginings, he pictured her in his arms, the sweet, soft movements of her lips against his, the taste of her kisses. A loud knocking brought him back to harsh reality. "Who is it?" he called sitting up and discarding the robe. "Who d'you think Mirky?" called Aragorn through the door, "Can I come in?" "Sure," said Legolas. The door clicked open and the dark ranger walked in, "Legolas this place gets worse each time I come over. I you can't be bothered to clean it yourself, why don't you get someone else to do it for you?" "You know I don't like people poking about in my things and besides, this is the only place I can be messy, everywhere else is the whole tidy prince act," said Legolas as Aragorn flopped into the rocking chair. He looked at him quizzically. "Are you okay Legolas? You look a little troubled." Legolas sighed deeply and went to the balcony door. Leaning on the doorframe, he glanced back over his shoulder, "An affair of the heart, I think," he said. "Indeed," said Aragorn, "I didn't realise there was a lady in your life." "Neither did I until ten minutes." "Can I ask who?" "You just want to judge me," said Legolas. "No I don't. I'm just curious, you've never been open about a relationship before," said Aragorn. "I've never really been in a relationship before. I've never felt this way and its strange. She's just so perfect." "Don't keep me in suspense for God's sake. Who is the lucky elf-maid?" said Aragorn gripping the arms of the chair. Legolas muttered something inaudible. "What? Well who...?" "She's Mimi," said Legolas turning back to look at the stars. "Mimi!" cried Aragorn, "Legolas do you know what you're saying?" "I can't help it Aragorn," said Legolas, toying with the pendant around his neck, "I'm falling in love with her and I can't help it, she's so wonderful. Oh my God, her hair, her smile, she's just so...so? Oh she's natural, honest and so beautiful." "Whoa! Elf-boy you've got it bad...but you can't, she's mortal," said Aragorn walking over to his friend. "And I'm immortal, I know. To love her I have to forswear eternal life but seeing her I can't think of it being such a great sacrifice. It didn't stop Arwen falling for you," said Legolas as Aragorn gripped his shoulder. "You don't like doing things simply do you Mirky?" "No I guess I don't, I..." he trailed off. "What is it Legolas?" "Hush. Listen," said Legolas running to the ledge and climbing up, clinging to the pillar, "Its her." Aragorn had to strain his ears to hear the faint singing echoing from across the courtyard.
Mimi's song was a story. It told of a princess who went to meet the North wind who promised her the stars. She lost her way in the woods and revoked her jealous past in the hope of seeing her family again. As her hope failed a prince with golden hair and eyes that matched the ocean came to her side. He was the son of the North wind, the love she had once sought in gold and jewels.
Legolas watched as Mimi slipped down from the distant balcony ledge and went back into her room. "Oh my goodness," he said in a stifled cry as he slid down the pillar and sat on the balcony, "Aragorn what am I to do?" "Tell her how you feel," said Aragorn sitting beside him. "I've only known her two days and I don't think she feels the same. I blew it when I tried to be the prince she desires. Besides, she needs a friend, not a lover," said Legolas. "But you need a lover! Legolas if you're certain about how you feel then tell her or at least hint. An immortal existence is very lonely without love." "I know. Would you help me? I'm still finding my feet in this department," said Legolas. "Of course. Look Mirky just be ready to go out with Arwen and I tomorrow morning, I'll make sure everything runs smoothly, wear something casual." "But Aragorn..." cried Legolas as Aragorn ran from the room.
CHAPTER FIVE.
Legolas slept fitfully that night. At first his mind buzzed with the scale of his revelation and he could not sleep. Then, as he slept, she was in his dreams. He couldn't believe the happiness he felt as she held him, in all his years he'd never felt that way about anyone, even in his often vivid dreams.
"Legolas? Legolas?" "Mimi?" he murmured waking from his dream. "No my darling, not Mimi. Its me, Arwen," said his cousin softly. "Arwen? What are you doing here? Did I over sleep?" said Legolas, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "No, its only just dawn. I'm sorry to have to wake you Legolas but Pheobus wants to talk to you right now." "Oh he bloody well would, wouldn't he?" cried Legolas, "I can't get a moment away from him. Prime Minister Elfriniel may have been a tyrannical megalomaniac but at least he let me have a lie in now and again." Arwen laughed, "You are the strangest person I know Legolas with your silly little phrases! I told him you'd meet him in Father's antechamber. It sounds as if you'll be a while so, when you're done, come out to the waterfall and meet us there." "Us?" asked Legolas. "Uh-huh. Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Roxie, Sam, Mimi and me," said Arwen. Legolas' eyes lighted. "Yes darling, she'll be there," said Arwen noticing his embarrassed smile, "See you later," She left Legolas alone once more. Quickly dressing, Legolas headed to the antechamber where Pheobus was waiting. He opened the door and walked in, "What did you call me for this early Pheobus? I hate politics before midday!" he hissed. "Ah Prince Laiqalasse," said Pheobus bowing. "Don't call me that. You know I hate it." "I'm afraid you'll have to break with tradition and actually do some work whilst you're here," said Pheobus ignoring Legolas' protestations, "Lord Elrond albeit against my better judgement, has called a contingent of dwarves here to discuss the future of the One Ring." "And this concerns us how?" asked Legolas, vexed by Pheobus' tones. "Well they are dwarves Your Highness, hardly worthy of our company or of any use against Sauron. My information also tells me that the leader is in fact the son of Gloin, one of the party who offended your father when they came to Mirkwood with that dreadful hobbit, Bilbo Baggins," said Pheobus. "God damn you Pheobus, sometimes I'm convinced you lost your mind the day my Father appointed you. What happened between Bilbo's party and my Father was resolved years ago and is no longer of consequence. The threat of Sauron, and Sarumon now that Isengard has turned, has implications for all peoples of Middle Earth, including dwarves. I know they are notoriously different from us and I myself have no great love for them but they have as many rights as any other party. They should be treated with the same respect as we owe to our hosts, the hobbits and the humans who stay here," said Legolas, barely pausing for breath. "That is another matter that I wished to discuss with you," said Pheobus as Legolas flopped lazily into a chair, "There have been whisperings abroad that you spent the entirety of yesterday with that Tolkien girl." "Her name is Mimi," hissed Legolas. "Her name is of no consequence. She is not appropriate company for one of your position." "Excuse me?!" cried Legolas springing to his feet, "What right have you to tell me who I can and can't be friends with? I don't care what people think or say, Mimi is my friend and I spent yesterday in her company because she needed someone to talk to and I was there for her." "She is not respectable," said Pheobus coldly, "You saw what she arrived here in. You are a prince, Laiqalasse. These Half-elves are below your company let alone a worthless mortal like her." "You bastard," hissed Legolas, "Not only do you insult one of my dearest friends but my family as well. Elrond and his people may have the name Half-elven but they are strong and true to our ways. Sometimes I can't understand why Father chose you for power." "Perhaps he wanted someone to make up for the embarrassment of you. He doesn't ask mush, only that you marry well but you can't even do that can you? You run around on useless quests, befriend mortals and use your mother's pet name for you as your official name. You're worthless." "My name is my choice and I...I don't have to justify myself to you!" said Legolas heading to the door, "Just keep out of my way from now on Pheobus and if I hear you say one thing against my friends or my family again I won't be responsible for my actions." Legolas swept from the room and headed to the stables. "Saddle me a horse," he said to a nearby servant. "Yes Your Highness," said the boy disappearing inside. Legolas paced the floor in frustration, muttering to himself in elvish as he waited. "Your Grace?" said the boy emerging with a beautiful black charger. Legolas turned sharply but then his expression softened as he saw the fear in the young boy's eyes. "Thank you," he said climbing onto the horse and throwing the boy a few silver coins, "I'll commend you to your master." The boy bowed low, "Thank you Your Highness." Legolas clicked the horse onwards and left the stable.
He rode around Rivendell for nearly an hour. Bringing himself back at ease with the natural world and clearing his head. Finally he felt ready to meet Aragorn and the others. Mimi once again fell over his mind and his heart craved for her embrace. Pushing the horse hard, he headed to the waterfall where he'd spent many happy days with his cousins and Aragorn.
"So you're finally here," said Aragorn as he came into the clearing, "We thought we'd have to send a search party." Legolas climbed down and hugged his friend, "I'm sorry, I had to clear my head. I've just had a major run in with Pheobus." "Anything we can help with?" asked Aragorn leading him over to the others. "You could arrange for his assassination. He keeps on at me to do the right thing and he constantly insists on calling me Laiqalasse, I hate my real name. Why can't he just call me Legolas like everyone else?" said Legolas. He caught Mimi's gaze and blushed. "Good morning," she said with a coy smile. "Hi," said Legolas averting his eyes. Aragorn handed him a glass. "Wine? At this time of day?" said Legolas, "You'll get me into bad habits." "Just drink it and stop fussing about that trumped up old Prime Minister of your's , Mirky," said Arwen as Legolas sat between her and Pippin.
They sat talking and eating for hours but the tension kept increasing between Roxie and Pippin. Aragorn and Arwen got to their feet. "We're going for a walk. Anyone want to come?" said Arwen. The party was silent, realising that it was only out of politeness that she was asking. "Okay then," said Aragorn taking her hand and leading her into the woods. "They're so in love," said Legolas watching them leave, "I think they have been since Aragorn came to Rivendell, so many years ago." "How many...?" Mimi was cut off by Roxie's cries. "For fuck's sake will you stop staring at me!" she said springing to her feet and turning to leave. "Me staring at you?!" cried Pippin doing the same, "Don't flatter yourself honey, you're nothing special." "Guys calm down," said Sam, trying to resolve the situation. "He started it," said Roxie storming out of sight with Sam following close behind. Pippin went off in the other direction. "Where are you going?" said Merry. "Back to the Shire." "Oh no you don't, Pippin! Wait up!" he cried running after him. A mutual attraction," said Mimi. She expected a laugh but Legolas was silent. She turned to see him staring sullenly at the floor. "Are you okay Legolas? Is it this Pheobus thing?" she asked walking over to him. Legolas nodded, "He just drives me mad sometimes. I hate him." "Hush," said Mimi slipping behind him, "You'll only get yourself stressed if you dwell on it. You're too tense as it is." She guided him back until his head was on her shoulder and then began to knead away some of the tension in him, "Just relax Legolas, no-one's judging you here. Do you want to talk?" Legolas closed his eyes against her for a moment, enjoying the simple pleasure of her touch. "He started off having a go about some dwarvish party and then..." "Then what?" said Mimi resting her cheek against his head. "He said you weren't appropriate company for me," said Legolas. "I thought he might," said Mimi, "He warned me away from you last night. Something along the lines of, 'Legolas is young and impetuous. Your influence will only put him further out of favour with his father,' I can't do his voice very well I'm afraid," she giggled. "He actually said that to you?" said Legolas abruptly pulling away. "Its not of consequence," said Mimi pulling him back to her, "I told him that I wouldn't give up our friendship just because he told me to. Unless you want to..." "Don't even say it," said Legolas, "I want you as my friend Mimi, although I may also have to employ you on my more stressful days, this feels wonderful." "Glad you like it," said Mimi, "Oh and there's something else you'll like. Rox and I were talking to Arwen and she's totally up for learning to dance so we're going to teach her and put on a show." "You are?" said Legolas sitting up and turning to her, "That's great. When?" "October twenty-fourth, I think she said," said Mimi. "It will be an age until then," said Legolas pulling her to her feet, "I can't wait. I'll definitely be in the front row." "I might just have to pull you on stage then," giggled Mimi. "You do and you'll regret it," said Legolas. "Oh yeah?" said Mimi, "And what are you gonna do about it?" "This," said Legolas sweeping her into his arms and carrying her down to the bank of the river. He waded in up to his knees, "Are you any good at diving?" Mimi clung tightly around his neck, "You drop me and you die!" she said. Legolas released her but then caught her up again before she touched the water. "No Legolas, no!" she cried. "Scared of a little water? Poor baby," he laughed spinning her around. "I'm not scared," protested Mimi, "I just don't feel like a swim tonight, that's all." "Ah what they hey," said Legolas lowering her into the water. She wriggled, trying to stay dry but she was soon soaked up to her waist. "You creep," she said pulling away and turning her back on him. A torrent of cold water fell over her. "Rudeness!" she said turning and splashing him back. "Right that's it," cried Legolas grabbing her waist and pulling her underwater with him. "You fucking animal!" she laughed as they emerged, "I thought princes were meant to know how to behave." "And I thought young women knew how to have fun," said Legolas pulling her into a deeper part of the river. Mimi was soon out of her depth. She clung around his neck, "Can't we go back to the shallows?" she said, "I'm not a confident swimmer." "Just hold onto me," said Legolas, "I won't let you drown. There's something I want to show you." Still frightened, Mimi wrapped her legs around his waist for extra security. He carried her over to the waterfall. "We have to go under again okay?" he said, "So on three hold your breath and don't let go." "Okay," said Mimi gripping onto his shirt. "Ready? One...two...three." They dived beneath the waterfall and came up behind it. "Wow," said Mimi shaking the water off her hair and staring around the glistening cave. Legolas helped her onto a dry ledge, "Something else, isn't it?" "You betcha," said Mimi. "There's more, follow me," said Legolas. Mimi followed him down a dark passage, gripping tightly onto his shirt as she began to feel scared. He stopped and turned to her, though he was barely visible in the darkness. "Stop worrying Mimi," he said reaching out and catching her hips, "You're safe with me." He kissed her cheek, so close to her lips that Mimi was tempted to turn her head and kiss him fully. She resisted, unsure of how he'd respond. He pulled back and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Come on," he said walking onwards. Light became visible up ahead. They stepped out into an underground woodland that was so beautiful it took Mimi's breath away. "How is this possible?" she said taking in every detail, "Plants need sunlight to survive." "Not if they're tended to by the nymphs," said Legolas. Mimi giggled, "A real fairy kingdom." "You could say that," said Legolas leading her down into the glade below. "Do all the elves know about this place?" "A few," said Legolas, "But they don't come down here very often." "Its like paradise," said Mimi wrapping her arms around his waist and walking close to him, "Quite the place for lovers I should imagine." She looked up to see Legolas blush. "Maybe," he said hurriedly, "I wouldn't know." He sat down beneath a tall tree. Mimi lay beside him with her head on is knees. She felt him tense and then relax as he began to tentatively run his fingers through her soaked hair, "Amin mella lle," he said softly. Mimi looked up at him, "What does that mean?" "It is of no consequence, I was talking to myself," said Legolas blushing. "You're drenched," said Mimi wringing out the base of his shirt. "So are you," said Legolas lifting her up so that she sat on his knees. Sweeping her legs to either side of his, she sat facing him, "I guess I am," said Mimi, "We'll probably both have colds by morning." "You believe that old wives tale?" laughed Legolas. "Hey a lot of things people told me not to believe in have come true. People back home told me fairies and elves were only myths but you're not a myth," said Mimi running her fingers over the delicate points of his ears and into his hair. He flinched. "Mimi that tickles." Mimi's eyes flashed slyly, "So you're ticklish are you?" she said. "You dare," said Legolas flipping her onto her back and pinning her to the floor. Her green eyes shone up at him, enticing and innocent in an instant. Her laughter echoed through the cavern, "You're staring at me as if you've never seen a human before," she giggled. "I've never seen a human like you before," said Legolas, "You wouldn't look out of place at an elven court, you could match even the Lady Galadriel with your beauty." Mimi blushed and averted her gaze, "Legolas," she said, "Your flattery is poorly founded. I'm no beauty." He pulled her to her feet, "But beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I say that you are," he said. "You're not so bad yourself," said Mimi wrapping her arms around his neck, "For an elf that is." "You, my sweet Mimi, are getting too cheeky for my liking," said Legolas leaning into her and laying his forehead against her's. "So what are you going to do to silence me then?" said Mimi closing her eyes. "Your Highness!" Legolas pulled away quickly as he heard a call from the cavern entrance. Pheobus, his long dress robes soaked from his entrance, ran down from the plateau, "I've been looking for you for hours," he said. "Indeed?" hissed Legolas, releasing Mimi from his embrace, "Can I ask why?" "Lord Elrond would seek a brief council with you and some of our other guests," said Pheobus. He glanced at Mimi, a smile that made her shiver touching his face as he took in her figure, highlighted by her wet clothes, "I did not realise you had company. Its a shame your attempt to drown the creature failed." Legolas pulled Mimi to him and hugged her tightly, "Ignore him Mimi, he's not worth your time. Get to the council Pheobus, now." Pheobus bowed and headed back out. "I can see why you hate him," said Mimi nuzzling against Legolas' shoulder, "He scares me. I don't like the way he looks at me." "He can't hurt you Mimi, I'd never let him," said Legolas kissing her hair, "I'd better go to Elrond. I'll take you back to the citadel if you want." Mimi looked up at him mournfully, "Okay, I wish we didn't have to go back in the water again." "You know I'll take care of you," said Legolas as they headed back up to the plateau and along the dark corridor. The crashing of the waterfall met them as they emerged into the cave. Legolas dived in and held his arms out to her, "Coming?" "I'm frightened," said Mimi. "Don't be. Nothing will happen and I promise I won't let go." "Cross your heart?" said Mimi. Legolas marked a cross on his chest, "Cross me heart. Come on." Mimi slipped into the water and held onto him. "Okay?" he asked as her legs went around him. "I'm fine," she said as he took them over to the waterfall. "On three," he called over the roar of the water, "One...two...three." They dived beneath the waterfall. Without warning, Mimi slipped abruptly from Legolas' arms and plunged dawn into the depths. Legolas surfaced, staring frantically around him, "Mimi?!" he called. She was nowhere to be seen. Taking a final breath, he dived back under, searching for her. She floated unconscious in the water. Grabbing her, he pulled her to the surface and to the side. "Mimi? Come on sweetheart open your eyes, don't leave me." Mimi groaned and rolled onto her front, coughing desperately. In a flash she was in his arms, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. "Thank God you're alright," said Legolas running frantic kisses down her cheek and through her hair, "What happened? Why did you let go?" "Someone pulled me down," said Mimi shaking, "It felt human." "What? But how?" said Legolas, "It doesn't matter now, you're safe. I was so scared I'd lost you Mimi." Wrapped tightly in eachother's arms they didn't see the figure climb out on the bank opposite and stare in absolute hatred at them.
They went back to Rivendell, not caring for the picnic things still scattered on the bank. Legolas carried Mimi back to her room. Wrapping a blanket around her, he sat her down in a chair, "I have to go to Elrond okay? Get changed and keep the door locked. I'll change, see what he wants and then come back to you." Mimi nodded, "I'm scared Legolas and I mean it this time." He kissed her forehead softly, "I'll be as quick as I can sweetheart," he said leaving the room. Mimi locked the door behind him and glanced around the room, a terrible feeling that she was being watched creeping up her spine, "Hurry Legolas!" she whispered.
Hurriedly changing, Legolas made his way to Elrond's council. "Ah Your Highness. We thought you'd got lost," said Elrond as Legolas huffed into a chair next to Aragorn. "Sorry I got a little side tracked. Where's Pheobus? I sent him here." "Pheobus hasn't been seen for hours," said Elrond. "Hours? But I saw him half an hour ago. He said you had sent for me," said Legolas bemused. "I left a note under your door," said Aragorn, "When we found you and the others had gone your separate ways we decided to come back to Rivendell to see if you were here and Elrond told me of the council. I left a note in case...what we were discussing last night." "We weren't there, we were at the caves and Pheobus...shit! Mimi!" cried Legolas springing to his feet. "Where are you going?" asked Elrond. "I'm sorry, I have to go. I have a terrible feeling." Running full tilt Legolas reached Mimi's room in no time and knocked hard on the door, "Mimi? Miranda! Its Legolas. Darling answer the door." The lock clicked and Mimi ushered him inside. "Thank God its you," she said throwing her arms around him, "I've been so jumpy." The sound of several fast moving people made them both jump. "Legolas!" called Elrond, "What is going on?" Legolas relaxed as Elrond and Aragorn came into the room. "Mimi?" said Elrond seeing her wrapped tightly around Legolas. "Someone has threatened her," said Legolas. "How?" asked Aragorn hugging her too. "We were at that woodland behind the waterfall and as we came back someone pulled me under and wouldn't let me go. I kicked them off but I don't remember mach until Legolas dragged me onto the bank," said Mimi shivering. "Do we know who did this?" said Elrond. "I have my suspicions but no proof," said Legolas. "A suspicion would be a start." "Okay then, I think it was Pheobus." "Pheobus? Why?" "Well he dislikes Mimi and told me never to see her again and he was there before it happened," said Legolas. "I'll make some enquiry's," said Elrond, "Will you be alright Mimi?" Mimi started to answer but Legolas spoke first, "I'm staying with her." "Alright," said Elrond looking bemused at the couple. "Call me if you need anything," said Aragorn as they left. Legolas closed the door and turned to Mimi, hugging her. She nuzzled his neck playfully, "At least you're not quite as soaked as you were when you left," she said. "My hair is. Would you mind if I lit a fire? I'm freezing," said Legolas moving to the fireplace. "No problem. The only reason there isn't one is because I can't light one," said Mimi lying down on the bed. Rolling onto her side she watched him intently as he took the chain from around his neck and united the ring on it with the one on his finger. He held his hand over the logs and called, "Narya." The fire leapt up and he joined her on the bed, putting half of the ring back on the chain round his neck. "How...how did you...?" stuttered Mimi. "It is a ring of power," said Legolas, "Narya, the Ring of Fire." "A ring of power? But aren't they evil? We brought Sauron's ring here so that it could be forever hidden," said Mimi backing away from him. Legolas took her hands. "It is the bearer who is good or evil," he said, "Do you think that I'm evil?" "Of course not!" cried Mimi, "You're good and kind and..." Legolas pressed a finger to her lips, "You've made your point Mimi," he laughed as she blushed. "You must promise me one thing," said Legolas. "Anything," said Mimi. "Never tell anyone that I have this ring. Very few people know I have it, only you and Aragorn...oh and my Father of course, he gave it to me." Mimi mimed zipping her mouth, "My lips are sealed," she said. "Good because I'd have to kill you if you told anyone," said Legolas. "You couldn't kill me," giggled Mimi. "Whyever not?" "Because I'm far too cute." Legolas wrapped one of Mimi's drying curls around his finger, "That's for sure," he said. Mimi yawned, "God I'm tired. Do you plan to stay here all night?" "If you want me too. You would be safer." "I'm happy for you to stay but would you think me rude if I went to sleep?" "Of course not. Its your room after all," said Legolas as Mimi took her night dress from behind her pillow and went to change. Getting off the bed, Legolas pulled the heavy drapes of the balcony windows and doors. "I don't think I'll sleep tonight," said Mimi, "Do you really think it was Pheobus who tried to hurt me?" "I don't know. It would seem logical though, he dislikes us both and our friendship and he had the perfect opportunity. Its just...oh I don't know. Whoever it was they won't touch you again," said Legolas. He shivered in delight as she ran her hands up his back and onto his shoulders, lying against him, "My friend and my bodyguard," she said turning him to her, "Whatever will be next?" Legolas knew what he wanted to add but his nerve failed him and he was silent. "Are you okay honey?" asked Mimi noticing Legolas' expression. "I'm fine," he said, "Just thinking." "Penny for your thoughts then," said Mimi. "You what?" said Legolas bemused. "It's a phrase back home. It just means, what are you thinking?" "Oh its nothing," said Legolas kissing her cheek, "Come on Miss Mimi, its time you were asleep." Sweeping her easily into his arms, he carried her over to the bed, lay her down and pulled the covers over her. "I can put myself to bed you know?" she laughed. "Why bother when you have me to do everything for you?" said Legolas brushing her hair back from her eyes. "Do you plan to sleep?" asked Mimi. "I'll doze somewhere. Don't worry about me, I'll survive," said Legolas. "This is a double bed," said Mimi, "Plenty of room for two. As long as you don't snore or kick me you're perfectly welcome. I trust you to behave yourself." Legolas' heart jumped into his throat and he couldn't speak. "Hello. Middle Earth to Legolas!" said Mimi waving a hand in front of his eyes. "Sorry," said Legolas shaking off his daydream, "What were you saying?" "Are you coming to bed?" "Maybe later," said Legolas. A slight look of disappointment passed over Mimi's face but then she smiled, "Goodnight then," she said. She closed her eyes, expecting his now customary kiss but it didn't come. Opening her eyes she saw him move off towards the other side of the room and sit down in a chair. Mimi watched him as he struggled with his thoughts. Unfastening his doublet he slipped it off and pulled off his boots. He ran his hand over his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, sighing deeply. Her heart leading her, Mimi got to her feet and walked over to him. He looked up at her. She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. "Come on," she said guiding him over to the bed. Lying beside him, she snuggled against him and closed her eyes. They were soon both asleep.
CHAPTER SIX.
Nearly three weeks passed by and Mimi was leading Arwen and Roxie in rehearsals for their show simply entitled, One Night at the Moulin Rouge. Elrond had given the go ahead for them to perform on October twenty-fourth despite not having seen any of the dances or the costumes. Gandalf was the only man welcomely involved as he was providing the fireworks for the finale. Frodo still slept, watched over constantly by at least one of the hobbits. Legolas and Mimi's friendship grew stronger by the day. Whenever Legolas wasn't engaged at a meeting or Mimi at her rehearsals they were in eachother's company. Both openly confessed to Aragorn and Roxie that they were falling for eachother but neither had the courage to admit it to the other. Desperate to see their friends happy, Roxie and Aragorn devised a plot for a romantic evening. Arriving at rehearsals, Aragorn gave Legolas a sharp dig in the ribs, "Go and ask her to dinner," he said in a low whisper. "I can't. What if she says no?" said Legolas trying to leave. Mimi's call stopped him. "Hey you guys!" She ran over to them, breathless and prettily blushed from her dancing. She hugged them both, lingering longer in Legolas' arms, "What are you two doing here?" she asked, "I thought you had a meeting." "It was quick," said Legolas. "What Mirky means is, the elves and the dwarves started yet another barney and some trumped up representative from Gondor got all shirty so Elrond has called a final council two days hence," said Aragorn. "So you've been causing trouble again have you Your Highness?" said Mimi poking Legolas playfully. "I'm going to see Arwen," said Aragorn giving Legolas another discreet elbow as he moved off. There was an awkward silence between Mimi and Legolas. "So..." he said finally, "Tomorrow's the big day huh? Are you nervous?" "Very," said Mimi, "You will be there won't you?" "Like I'd miss you dancing. I've been waiting to see you for ages, especially in the costume drawings you showed me," said Legolas resting his hands on her hips. "Pervert!" giggled Mimi. Legolas' face became serious, "Would you mind if I asked you to dinner Miss Mimi?" Mimi smiled and hugged him, "Of course not Your Highness. In fact, I was hoping you would." "You mean it? Fantastic...oh okay I'll...err...meet you in the courtyard at eight." "That'll be great," said Mimi, "See you then." Quickly kissing his cheek, Mimi ran back over to Arwen and Roxie and Aragorn returned to Legolas, "Come on Mirky. Let's get you ready for tonight, shall we?"
Mimi and Legolas spent the next few hours busily preparing for the evening. "Arwen this is too much!" cried Mimi staring at her reflection and the glittering gown that she wore. "What are you talking about?" said Arwen fixing a curl into place on Mimi's head, "You look beautiful. You want to impress Legolas don't you?" "More than anything. Do you think what Roxie says is true? Does he really like me?" "That's what he told Aragorn," said Arwen, "There, all done. You look stunning." "But I've got half an hour until its eight!" "Be patient Mimi."
"Legolas stop shaking. Anyone would think you were facing Sauron in solo battle rather than having dinner with the woman of your dreams," said Aragorn sitting Legolas down by the dresser. "I'd prefer that, I know what to do in battle. Oh God Aragorn I'm going to make a fool of myself." "No you won't. Just be yourself, its how you've been so far and, from what Roxie says, that suits Mimi just fine. Now your hair...bunches I think, show her your feminine side," said Aragorn. "I think not!" cried Legolas snatching the brush from him, "I'll do my own hair thank you." Aragorn watched as Legolas shakily fastened his hair into it's normal style, "Ooh adventurous!" he chided. "Don't Aragorn. I'm nervous as it is," said Legolas. He turned to him, "Do you think I should kiss her?" "I don't know. Look Mirky believe me, if the moment's right you'll know. Hey, she may well kiss you," said Aragorn. "Oh God what if she does?" cried Legolas springing to his feet and frantically pacing the room. "Respond to her stupid. Legolas you're impossible." "I know, I know. Okay I'm calm. Can we go?" "Okay, come along Prince Charming."
Legolas stood nervously in the courtyard, "She's not coming Aragorn," he said glancing at every entrance. "Give her a moment," said Aragorn, "Look there's something I need to do, are you okay to wait alone?" "I'll be fine. Wish me luck." "You won't need it but good luck. Bye...oh and just try to enjoy it." "I'll try." Legolas' nervous wait was soon ended when he heard footsteps opposite him. He looked up and almost fainted, "Mimi?" he said not believing his eyes, "You...you look beautiful." Mimi blushed, "Thank you," she said, "I thought it would be too extravagant." "Nowhere near. Its perfect," said Legolas walking over and taking her hands. "Your Highness. Lady Miranda," said Roxie walking into the courtyard, "If you'd follow me, your dinner is served." Laughing, Mimi linked her arm through Legolas' and followed Roxie out of the courtyard to a secluded clearing in the trees. Mimi gasped as she saw the trees beautifully draped with silks and nightlights with a table decorated with flowers and candles in the centre. Roxie moved to Aragorn, who stood by the table, and indicated to the chairs. "Please, be seated," she said. "You guys did all this?" said Legolas as amazed as Mimi. "Only the best for Prince Legolas and his beautiful partner," said Aragorn. Mimi blushed as Legolas pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and led her to the table, "My Lady," he said sitting her down and then taking the chair opposite. "We'll leave you in peace," said Roxie, "Yell if you need anything." She left with Aragorn. When they'd gone both Mimi and Legolas burst out laughing. "Oh my goodness," cried Mimi overcoming her hysterics, "I can't believe they went to all this trouble. This is amazing." "Bloody good wine as well," said Legolas pouring her a glass, "I bet Aragorn swiped it from Elrond's personal collection." "I don't know whether to kill them or hug them for setting this up," said Mimi. "Well whichever way, let's make the most of it," said Legolas touching the rim of his glass to her's, "To the set up merchants who are our two best friends." "Uh-uh," said Mimi, "To the future. I have some news Legolas, Roxie and I are staying in Middle Earth, permanently." "You mean it?" said Legolas setting down his glass and taking her hand, "Oh Mimi that's wonderful but..." "But what Legolas?" "I'm going away soon. That's what today's meeting was about. Sauron's Ring cannot stay in Rivendell since the treason of Isengard so a group of us have to take it away and destroy it at Mount Doom." Mimi gave him a reassuring smile, "Then I shall wait for your return," she said, "How's about you and me make a pact for this evening? No mention of Mordor, that ring, orcs or anything horrible or trivial. Let's just enjoy eachother's company while we can, agreed?" "One hundred percent," said Legolas.
The night wore on and the couple ate and drank and talked for hours. "Would you like to dance?" asked Legolas getting up and offering Mimi his hand. "I'm not sure if I can," said Mimi shakily getting to her feet, "That wine's dreadfully strong." "I warned you," said Legolas leading her away from the table. "There's no music," giggled Mimi. "We don't need music, just dance to your heart beat," said Legolas. Mimi dropped his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, "My heart's beating too fast to dance to." "So's mine," said Legolas pulling her against him, "You look so beautiful tonight Mimi." "You keep saying that," she said, "I'm just waiting for you to act on it." Leaning into him, she closed her eyes, nervous anticipation sending shivers up her spine. His lips brushed her's briefly but then he pulled away and pulled her to the floor as something sailed low overhead. It struck a tree, piercing the delicate silk drapes. "That was close," said Legolas hugging Mimi tightly, "Are you hurt?" "No," said Mimi shaking, "What was that?" "I don't know. Aragorn!" he called out, "Roxie! Aragorn!" "What is it?" said Aragorn running in, "Is everything...shit!" Walking over to the tree, he pulled out an arrow and examined it, "Legolas come and look at this." Legolas went over to him and took an arrow, "It can't be," he said, "This is mine. I always scratch my initial in elvish by the flight and there it is." Mimi came beside him and he took her into his embrace. Aragorn was about to speak but then he shoved them both away as another arrow sailed passed. "I'm getting you out of here," he said shoving them towards the trees. They ran into the building, stopping briefly at Aragorn's room for him to collect his sword and then moving on to Legolas'. It was in complete disarray. "I know you're a messy person Mirky but this wasn't like this when we left." "Nothing like it," said Legolas going to a chest in the corner. He opened it and pulled out his bow, quiver and daggers, "There's only two missing so we should be safe. I don't understand why they chose to shoot at us with my own arrows." "A set up," said Mimi, "Think about it, if the arrow had killed me you would have been held responsible as its your's . We were alone so we have no alibi to say it wasn't you. You'd be shamed and so would your Father..." "Therefore leaving Pheobus to make a power play," said Legolas. "Don't jump to conclusions too quickly," said Aragorn, "I'll go and wake Elrond. Will you be okay alone?" Legolas nodded, "I'm armed, we'll be fine." "Okay, be careful," said Aragorn leaving the room. Legolas locked the door after him, then pulled the drapes across the balcony windows. He turned and caught Mimi's eye, she started crying. He ran to her and hugged her. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault," she said as he sat her down on the bed, "If I hadn't come Pheobus wouldn't be able to threaten you and..." Legolas pressed his lips to her hair, "Hush Mimi, none of this is your fault. Pheobus is a bastard, he'll use anything against me. I just hate the fact that he's dragged you into this," he said slipping behind her, "Relax sweetheart." "I can't," said Mimi, "What if he's nearby?" "I won't let him near you. Trust me," said Legolas gently unfastening the top ribbons of her dress. He slipped it off her shoulders and began to rub them gently. "Mmm that feels wonderful," said Mimi leaning back against him. Something on her upper arm caught Legolas' eyes and he pulled the dress down further to reveal a beautiful white rose tattoo. "What's this?" said Legolas. "Someone dared me to get this done on my eighteenth," said Mimi. "Does the rose symbolise something?" "No, I just like white roses. Don't you like it?" "Its beautiful," said Legolas, "It makes you look sort of dangerous, I like it." "Easy Tiger," giggled Mimi as his arms went around her waist and he kissed her bare shoulder, "Cheeky! Don't touch what you can't afford." "Then no-one could ever have you," said Legolas running delicate kisses up her neck, "Because a price couldn't be put on your perfection. Mimi I..." Screams from the corridor echoed through the room. Legolas sprang from the bed, catching up his daggers, and opened the door. Roxie, Aragorn and Elrond stood there underneath an elven dagger, piercing a note to the door. Pulling her dress back onto her shoulders, Mimi joined them. The note was in a script she could not read. "What does it say?" she asked taking in Legolas' horrified expression. "I dare not read it to you. Take her Elrond, keep her safe." "Legolas what...?" He kissed her forehead softly, "The longer you are in my company the more danger you are in. Go with Elrond, for my sake." "Okay," said Mimi, "For you. Oh Legolas..." "Don't," he said pressing a finger to her lips, "Just go Mimi. Don't come to me tomorrow. You mustn't see me again its not..." Legolas fled into his room, slamming the door. Mimi broke down in Roxie's arms. "Elrond, Roxie take her to her room," said Aragorn, "I'll see to Legolas." "Come on Mimi," said Roxie gently as she led her away, closely followed by Elrond.
Both Roxie and Aragorn got no sleep that night. Dealing with their distraught friends proved to be very difficult. Legolas admitted tearfully to Aragorn his absolutely desperate love for Mimi and his choice to forswear that love to save her from her would be assassin. He vowed never to see her again despite Aragorn's protestations. Mimi's tears soon became ice cold as she resented Legolas' change of heart without even an explanation. The next day her natural smile was replaced by an obvious fake. She was rehearsing all day for her show with Arwen and Roxie. There was a knock on Arwen's door and a servant walked in. "Lady Evenstar, a message from his Lordship. He says to begin the show without him as he will be late." "Thank you," said Arwen, "Tell him we shall do as he asks." The servant bowed and left. "Okay girls, ready to go?" said Roxie, "Mimi?" "Why shouldn't I be?" said Mimi coldly, "This is who I am after all, go-go dancer Mimi!" "You don't have to hide your emotions from us Mimi," said Arwen, "We all know what you felt for Legolas." "I felt nothing for him!" cried Mimi, "Now let's get this stupid show over with." She left the room. "She's taking this hard," said Roxie, "He really hurt her." "He's doing it to save her. I spoke to Aragorn earlier and he says Legolas is in the same state, if not worse. He won't leave his room. I'm scared his grief might kill him, grief is fatal to the sensitive hearts of elves, especially one as pure and kind as my cousin's." "He'll pull through Arwen, they both will." "Knock! Knock!" They turned to see Frodo in the doorway. "Frodo, you're awake!" cried Roxie running to him and hugging him tightly, "How do you feel?" "Great, thanks to Elrond. You look beautiful," he said taking in Roxie's costume, "For the show tonight I guess?" "Yes it is. Are you coming?" "Of course. I wouldn't miss you and Mimi dancing for the world," said Frodo glancing up at Arwen, "Your Ladyship, I believe it is you I have to thank for saving my life." "It was my duty, you are the Ring Bearer after all. Come on. Let's go and find Mimi," said Arwen as they left the room. Frodo left for the audience as Arwen and Roxie headed for their makeshift stage. The audience was already assembled. Dwarves, elves, hobbits and men were all waiting to watch the travellers dance. Roxie glanced round a pillar and saw that two people were missing, Legolas and Elrond. She turned back and noticed Mimi clutching something tightly. "What have you got there Mimi?" she asked. Mimi held up a delicate white rose. "That's beautiful," said Roxie, "Who's it from?" "I don't know," said Mimi, "I found it by my bedroom door. Is he out there?" "I take it by he you mean Legolas? No he isn't. Mimi don't hide what you're feeling, I want to help you." Mimi tried to resist but she started crying, "I thought he loved me Roxie. He almost kissed me but then he just shoved me away and left me without telling me why. I feel so betrayed, so stupid for loving him!" Gandalf came into the room, "We're ready to start," he said, "Are you alright Mimi?" "Fine," she said wiping her eyes and pulling on a heavy black cape, "Go and announce our arrival." Gandalf left and announced the show to the eager audience. The show began and the crowd loved it. The Can-Can and every other dance Mimi had ever learnt went without a hitch. Soon they managed to drag several bemused men, including Aragorn, onto the stage and humiliated them beyond belief. Despite the applause, Mimi longed only to see Legolas in the audience but he didn't come.
The elven prince watched from the balcony, hidden by the shadows. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he heard Mimi singing and watched her dancing. He loved and hated it at the same time. She looked beautiful and she danced as well as the flower nymphs he'd watched as a child many centuries ago. He hated though, how she was just an object to the men who watched her. His attention was caught as Pheobus went up to her and pulled her into his arms. She struggled free and pushed him away, returning to the others on stage. He slinked back into the elven party, not taking his eyes off her. Hatred boiling inside him, Legolas chose to go to Mimi himself, prove to Pheobus that he wasn't scared. Descending the stairs he headed for the stage.
Roxie hushed the audience, "Its that time again boys. We ladies need partners for this next number. We're coming to get you, so look keen." They broke from the stage into a sea of waving hands. Mimi deliberately avoided the party from Mirkwood and instead offered her hand to a young servant from Gondor. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned. "May I have this dance Lady Mimi?" said Legolas taking her hand. Mimi's eyes brightened and she hugged him tightly, "Oh Legolas! I didn't think you were coming." "I promised you I wouldn't miss you dancing," he said as she led him onto the stage. "Well if it isn't the Prince of Mirkwood himself," said Arwen, "Your Highness, we've missed your company." Legolas didn't have time to answer as the dance began. Both Arwen and Roxie's partners were soon humiliated but Legolas handled it like a natural as his emotions carried him through Mimi's dance. Without warning he bent her back then whipped her up into the elven dance he'd taught her. Over their weeks together they'd altered it, incorporating the sultry moves of Mimi's style and the free, spiritual nature that marked Legolas from the other elves. Everyone, including Arwen and Roxie, stood watching in amazement as they danced without any music to guide them. Arwen was soon aware of a hand light on her hip. She turned to see Aragorn standing behind her. "Do you want to dance?" he said. "But I don't know the steps," said Arwen as he took her to the floor. Aragorn laughed and looked over at Mimi and Legolas, "Neither do they," he said spinning her into his own dance. The soundless rhythm soon began to take hold and people gradually joined in, abandoning the decorum they'd always upheld and relinquishing to the latin beats of Mimi and Legolas' dance. The room was a frenzy. Even Gandalf and the hobbits, despite having no part in the actual dancing, couldn't help but be drawn into the silent music. The sound of a cane being struck on the floor brought everyone to a standstill. Mimi looked up to see Elrond in the doorway, his eyes burning into her. "What is the meaning of this...this...whore's paradise?!" he said, his voice a threatening tone Mimi had never heard him use before. "We were just dancing," said Mimi. "Dancing? That was not dancing. Filthy, disgusting prostitution. You've betrayed my trust, my hospitality." "But Lord Elrond..." "Don't you dare speak to me. I took you into my city and welcomed you without question. Allowed you to befriend my daughter and this is how you repay me, by making her a prostitute and destroying our society." Roxie lay Mimi's cape around her shoulders, "Come on Mimi," she said, "Let's go." "No!" cried Mimi, "This isn't fair Elrond, your accusations are unfounded. We were only dancing. It might be different to what you're used to but that's all it is. I never forced anyone to do anything they didn't want to." "Your protestations will do you no good," said Elrond, "As soon as the elves find a way back to your world you will be sent away. Until then you will be held in your rooms so that you cannot cause anymore damage with your worthless prostitution. You are not worthy of this earth." Before anyone could speak Mimi fled the room crying. Legolas came between the guards and the way she'd run. "Leave her alone," he said. "Ignore him," said Elrond, "He is deluded. Find her and bring her before me, I shall be in my antechamber." The guards tried to move passed Legolas, "No!" he cried. Summoning all the magical strength Narya afforded him he created a wall of smoke and fire between him and the guards allowing him to flee in the same direction as Mimi in the hope of finding her before they did.
Mimi stood staring at the moon, he heavy cloak masking the costume that now disgusted her. Elrond's words played again and again in her mind. "Why?" she cried to thin air, "Why do you send me to a new world only to allow me to destroy the life I could have had here?" She roughly wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand and climbed onto the balcony ledge, staring down at the drop below, "Elrond's right," she said discarding her cloak, "I am nothing more than a worthless prostitute. The world would be better off without me." Just as her feet left the ledge, two strong arms grabbed her and pulled her back over the balcony. "Oh no you don't!" said a familiar, sweetly accented voice. "Get off me!" cried Mimi shoving Legolas' arms away. He turned her to face him and gripped her shoulders tightly, his eyes filled with desperate concern, "Why did you try to jump Mimi?" he asked. "You heard what Elrond said. I was just fulfilling his wishes." "Really? So you don't care what your suicide would do your friends?" "Like anyone would care!" retorted Mimi, "I didn't see anyone sticking up for me in there." "We were all shocked by what was happening. Oh Mimi if you'd jumped I would have died!" cried Legolas hugging her tightly. Clinging to him, she cried desperately into his shoulder.
Arwen, Aragorn, Roxie, the hobbits and Gandalf all stood in Elrond's antechamber, arguing for Mimi. A servant ran in, "My Lord, Prince Legolas and the girl are on the south central balcony." "Then I shall drag them here myself," said Elrond, "Take me to them." The group followed Elrond to the platform above the balcony. He looked down at Mimi and Legolas who sat talking on the ledge. He was about to speak when Gandalf held a hand to his mouth, "Hush. I feel something important should be allowed to unfold this night."
"What is it you want from life Mimi? Really?" asked Legolas looking down at their entwined fingers as she held his hand tightly. "I don't know. My fairytale I guess but I can't see it ever happening," she shuddered as the wind blew from the mountains. Instead of picking up Mimi's cape, Legolas took off his doublet and wrapped it around her. "Warmer?" he asked. Mimi nodded catching his gaze. "You were wonderful when you were dancing," she said blushing. Legolas averted his eyes as he too blushed, "Thank you." Silence descended for a moment, then they both spoke at once. "Mimi I..." "Legolas I..." Mimi laughed, "You go." "I was just wondering if there was anyway I could make you happy." "Fly me to my ivory tower, find me my prince and lock me away forever with him, then..." She was silenced by Legolas' lips against her's. He pulled back quickly. "I don't need to find you a prince," he said, "I love you Mimi." "You do?" said Mimi as his arms went around her. "More than anything," said Legolas. He kissed her again, softly, innocently, the movements of his lips barely perceptible. Mimi went to his embrace as he released her. "What will Elrond say?" she said laying her head against his shoulder. Legolas buried his face in her hair, "I don't care," he said, "I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone. When Aragorn talks about Arwen I get so jealous but now I have the most perfect creation by my side and even Sauron won't keep us apart." "I've never been called perfect before," said Mimi pulling back so she could look at him. "Well all the men in London must be blind," said Legolas. "They're not blind, they just take me as an object not a person." Legolas wiped away her tears and held her gaze intently, "Cone with me," he said. "And take that damn ring to Mordor? I'd only get in the way." "No you wouldn't," said Legolas, "Aragorn speaks well of your bravery against the Ringwraiths. You proved yourself by bringing the hobbits here." "Even so, Elrond has demanded that we remain in Rivendell until the elves can find the portal home." "Sod Elrond!" cried Legolas, "I love you Mimi and I want you by my side. He needs to get over himself. He's not the centre of Middle Earth!"
"Has that boy no respect?" hissed Elrond from the balcony above. "He may have a point though," said Gandalf. "What did you say?" said Elrond, his eyes turning to flame. "You exert your rights as lord too much. You use your powers to make everyone conform to your opinion. You have treated Mimi badly because you do not like her dancing but others..." said Gandalf looking down at the young couple, "Seem to enjoy it." "I have no complaint with what the girl does, my only problem is that she drags my daughter into her sordid little shows." "And what if that's what I want?" said Arwen leaving Aragorn's side to confront her father. "Excuse me?" said Elrond taken aback. "I asked Mimi to teach me to dance. I like it. She didn't force me into anything," said Arwen. "You're telling me you chose to prostitute yourself in that way, without Mimi's persuasion." "Its not prostitution Father, its dancing. I know its strange for you to see me that way but I love to dance I really do." Elrond was about to speak when laughter echoed from below.
"Legolas! Get down!" cried Mimi, "You'll fall!" Legolas continued to perform his precarious tightrope walk on the balcony ledge. Flipping onto his hands, he looked at her upside down. "I can't fall, my balance is far too good. Besides I'm immortal." Mimi laughed, "Whatever darling." Legolas looked quizzically at her and rolled out of his handstand, "Didn't you know elves were immortal?" he said. Mimi's eyes widened in alarm, "You're serious aren't you? Oh my God. So hang on, you're like really old then? I can't believe you didn't tell me earlier." "I didn't tell you because I thought you knew. I guess you could say I'm old, in human terms at least. I'm two thousand, nine hundred and thirty-one years old." "Shit!" cried Mimi, "You don't look a day over twenty." "If I was twenty I would still be in my cradle," said Legolas beckoning her to the ledge beside him. Mimi sat down and rested against him, "So you can't die, ever?" "I can die but only if I'm killed by someone, I die of grief or if I give up my immortality." "How can you give up your immortality?" "By betraying my kind or..." he trailed off. "By what?" said Mimi. He looked down at her mournfully, "By sleeping with a mortal." Mimi pulled away, "Oh! Okay, that puts a damper on the romance," she said getting to her feet. "Just because I shouldn't doesn't mean I won't," said Legolas. Mimi turned to him and he took her hand. "Mimi, darling, this is such a big decision for me and its not easy but I know I love you. I know one day we can be together that way but not yet, I..." Mimi put a finger to his lips, "Hush. I understand. I want you to make a decision that's right for you, not one that's right for me. I respect you far too much. I love you far too much."
Sam sighed as he watched them kiss, "Its so romantic," he said leaning on a nearby ledge. "I still can't believe Mimi fell for him," said Roxie, "He's a nice guy but he looks like a Barbie doll." "A what?" asked Aragorn. "Doesn't matter," said Roxie, "I'm just jealous, lucky thing, I want a hopelessly devoted boyfriend." She caught Pippin's eye and he blushed. "Father, please reconsider your decision. Let her go with Legolas. I know how hard it is to be separated from the man I love," said Arwen taking Aragorn's hand, "Don't let Mimi suffer as well, please." Elrond sighed, "Okay, alright, but on your head be it child." Arwen kissed his cheek, "Thank you Father." They all went their separate ways and only Frodo and Pippin were left behind. "What's wrong Pip" asked Frodo noticing his cousins somber expression. "Its nothing, its just..." he gestured to Legolas and Mimi. "You like her?" "No. Its just so unfair. He's more her height, I barely come up to Roxie's elbow," whined Pippin. "This is about Roxie!" said Frodo barely believing his ears, "You like Roxie?!" "Isn't it obvious.? She's beautiful. Her hair, those eyes...but I'm a hobbit with no chance of ever getting her to notice me." "If you like her that much why don't you tell her?" "Middle Earth to Frodo Baggins! Hello! Are you still under the influence of Elrond's magic? I can't tell her, she'd laugh herself to death." Pippin's voice raised into a piercing whine.
Legolas looked up, "Hey Frodo, Pippin, come down here, we've got something to tell you." "We're going public?" asked Mimi, as Frodo and Pippin headed for the stairs. "I can't exactly keep it secret," said Legolas, "It'd drive me mad not to be able to tell everyone that I'm seeing the prettiest girl in Middle Earth." "You can keep those compliments coming my dear!" said Mimi as Frodo appeared in the doorway. "What's the news?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Well we're..." Legolas was cut off by Pippin. "What have the happy couple got to tell us?" Frodo rolled his eyes in despair. "Hang on, you know?" said Legolas, "How?" "Err...congratulations, gotta go. Elrond wants us to do something," said Frodo pushing Pippin away. "He does?" asked Pippin. "Yes," hissed Frodo, "Fool of a Took." The hobbits scurried out of sight. "Ever get the feeling that we might have been spied on?" said Legolas. "We must have been the evening's entertainment. Well we don't have to worry about announcing it now, the news will be all over Rivendell by morning," said Mimi, "We should get some sleep, you've got your final council meeting tomorrow." "I'll ask Elrond to let you stay with me then. Come on, I'll walk you to your room," said Legolas taking her hand.
They walked slowly back to Mimi's room. She opened the door and turned back to him. Taking off his doublet, she handed it to him and he put it back on. "Goodnight Miranda," he said. "Miranda?" "I prefer it to Mimi, you don't mind do you?" "No, I'm just used to people calling me by my stage name, that's all. I haven't been called Miranda in years." "Well it suits you, my beautiful Miranda," said Legolas wrapping a loose curl around his finger. "Flattery will get you everywhere Angel," said Mimi. Legolas pressed his lips to the rose on her arm, "Did you get my gift?" he asked running gentle kisses up her neck. "I thought it might have been from you," she said, "It was lovely." Capturing her lips Legolas held her tightly, "I don't want to go," he said when they parted. "You have to. Elrond will be in such a mood if you turn up half-asleep. I'll see you in the morning. I love you Legolas." "I love you too," Walking backwards until she was out of sight, he left. Mimi closed the door, pulled loose her hair and changed into her nightdress. Flopping down on the bed she closed her eyes. The door clicked open. "Forget something?" said Mimi sitting up. Legolas discarded his boots and doublet and lay beside her. "I forgot how lonely my room was," he said as she stroked his hair, "Can I stay with you?" Mimi kissed him playfully, "Of course Your Highness," she said as he pulled her down into his arms. She lay her head on his chest and could feel the soft beating of his heart. She pulled a blanket over them and closed her eyes. "Goodnight Miranda," he whispered into her hair. "Goodnight Angel."
CHAPTER SEVEN.
Mimi woke the next morning alone, "Legolas?" she said sitting up. His boots were still on the floor beside the bed, "Angel are you still here?" She got out of bed and slipped her feet into her shoes. Legolas' doublet was slung over the back of the chair. The balcony door was open, so she went outside. Legolas sat in his shirt and trousers against a pillar, staring out over the courtyard. A light breeze caught his hair which hung loosely about his shoulders rather than in his customary plaits. He turned to her, the sunlight catching his azure eyes. "Morning Miranda," he said getting up and sweeping her into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck she snuggled against him as he carried her back inside. He sat down on a chair with her on his knees. Mimi swept a leg over him and sat facing him. She kissed him. "Is this a new look?" asked Legolas trying to calm her flyaway hair. "Don't be cheeky," said Mimi, "You wouldn't have to see me like this if you'd gone to bed like a good little elf prince." "You weren't complaining," he said tracing her waist with his fingertips, "It was the best feeling in the world, waking up next to you this morning knowing you were mine." Mimi ran her fingers through his hair, "You look amazing," she said caressing the golden cascade. "Like this? I look dreadful. I never wear my hair loose in public," said Legolas. "You should, it suits you." "Well then, I'll save the wild Legolas for you and the stars and now the princely me has a meeting with His Boredomship!" Mimi let him up and then sat back down in the chair. He sat by the dresser and pulled his hair back into his plaits. He ran a brush through his hair and then shook his head so that it hung comfortably. He pulled on his boots and doublet and turned back to her, "What d'ya think?" he asked. "You look the same as yesterday," giggled Mimi getting to her feet, "Elvish, princely and fucking sexy!" She pulled him against her and kissed him. "Mmm I could stay here all day," he murmured gently nuzzling her neck. Mimi pushed him back, "But you can't. Come and see me after the meeting. I love you Legolas and I..." She started crying. "Hey what's this all about?" said Legolas wiping her eyes with his sleeve. "If Elrond sends you to Mordor and me home we'll..." "Hush. Do not think of it. I shan't be parted from you easily, I love you. Now I'm not leaving until I see you smile." "I don't feel like smiling," said Mimi. Legolas took her face in his hands and kissed her. She held him tightly as his hands slid down her spine and he gently bent her body back. Mimi broke away breathlessly, "Wow!" she said feeling her heart racing. "That's the smile I was after," said Legolas, "I'll see you later sweetheart." With another quick kiss, he left the room. Walking through the corridors he paused and leant against a pillar. Closing his eyes, he let out a gentle sigh, "Princess Miranda of Mirkwood," he laughed to himself, "Wife of the High Prince." "Laiqalasse!" came a voice from behind him. Legolas started from his dream. "Its Your Highness to you Pheobus," he hissed turning. Pheobus etched a mocking bow, "Okay then Your Highness. Rumour has it that you were with that prostitute last night. What will Daddy dear say? Oh and your poor mother. I must say though you chose the best of the three, Mimi's quite a turn on, I have no complaints." Legolas grabbed him round the neck and pushed him against the wall, "You don't give up do you? Firstly, Prime Minister, Mimi is not a prostitute and secondly, I saw her push you away last night. She has more sense than to go with a sniveling fool like you. I can tolerate your presence Pheobus but don't push me." "You're in no position to threaten me," hissed Pheobus, "You've lost your immortality and therefore your power over me." Legolas' laughter echoed along the corridor, "I have news for you Pheobus, I still have my immortality and my title. I can destroy you with a word and believe me I will. You see there have been a few events recently which have led me to believe that Miranda is under threat of assassination. This was indeed confirmed when I received a letter courteously pinned to my door telling me that if I saw here again she would die. The funny thing is you see that the letter was written in Sindarin script, which is only used by our people and those of Lothlorien. As there is no party here from the Blessed Wood, I can only assume it was a Mirkwood elf that sent me it. I wonder who it could have been? Any ideas Pheobus or should I take it to my Father for investigation?" Pheobus shoved Legolas' hand away and stood rubbing his neck, "There is no need to bother your Father, Your Highness," he said weakly. "Good. Get to the council Pheobus and out of my sight." Pheobus slinked off down the corridor. "Wouldn't like to cross you on a dark night!" Came a voice from the shadows, "I've never seen you that way before Legolas." "Well its been a long time coming and he deserved it," hissed Legolas. "What's got you so rattled my friend?" asked Aragorn leaning on the pillar that Legolas had previously occupied. "Oh he just infuriates me. He's always trying to get one up on me and I know he's responsible for the attacks we've suffered. Then today he went on about Miranda as if..." "Miranda?" "Mimi, her real name's Miranda. He was talking about her as if she was a prostitute, its not fair." "Love is grand," chuckled Aragorn, "You look way too young to be in a relationship." "Huh! I've got a good two thousand years on you. To Arwen you're the epitamy of a toy boy." "You skinny little rat," cried Aragorn, "You've got some nerve talking to me like that." Legolas sat beside him, "Joking aside Aragorn, I'm so totally in love with her. She's perfect." "Is it true you spent the night with her?" "Yes, but not in the way you're thinking. She slept beside me, that's all. Nothing...physical happened. I have the same problem with Miranda as you have with Arwen, immortality." Aragorn undid the top button of his shirt to reveal a shimmering silver pendant. "The Star of Imladris!" gasped Legolas staring in wonder at the sight, "But Arwen cannot part with it unless... you are betrothed?! Aragorn you can't be serious. Elrond would never allow it. It cannot be true." "It is true my friend. She has sworn herself to me but Elrond does not know it and we'd like to keep it that way, at least until I return. I know I can trust your silence Legolas." "Of course. I wish you every happiness. Come, Lord Elrond is not a patient elf." Laughing and talking the two friends made their way to Elrond's council.
The elf-lord sat in front of the council, waiting for Gandalf and Frodo to appear. Legolas sat with a group of blond elves, his party from Mirkwood. Pheobus sat to his right and the tension between them was obvious. Aragorn sat opposite with the Rivendell elves and in the middle was a party from the southern realm of Gondor and dwarves from the Lonely Mountain, far in the north. Aragorn raised a questioning eyebrow at Legolas. Checking no-one was watching, Legolas wrinkled his nose and crossed his eyes. Aragorn masked a laugh. Legolas tilted his head to Elrond and pouted his lips in a mock kiss. "Fuck you," mouthed Aragorn. "Bring it on," mouthed Legolas back. "Pervert," said Aragorn. "Wanker," retorted Legolas. Elrond shot them cutting glances as they laughed. Frodo and Gandalf entered and settled to Elrond's left. "Travellers from distant lands, friends of old," began Elrond, "You are gathered here to answer the threat of Mordor. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." The little hobbit tentatively placed the Ring on a table in the centre. Whispered conversations of the doom of men began to circulate. Legolas stared, fixated, at the Ring, the thrill of adventure beginning to stir in his blood. "It is a gift!" said Boromir, the son of the Steward of Gondor, getting to his feet, "A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? For years my Father, the Steward of Gondor, has kept the forces of Mordor at bay. Through the blood of our people, are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him." "You cannot wield it, none of us can," said Aragorn, "The Ring answers to Sauron alone, it has no other master." Boromir turned to him, "And what would a ranger know of these matters?" Legolas got to his feet, compelled to speak, "This is no mere ranger," he said, "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." "Aragorn!" said Boromir in disgust, "This is Isildur's heir." "And heir to the throne of Gondor." Aragorn got to his feet and waved Legolas down, "Havua dard Legolas," he said. Legolas sat back down. Boromir turned to Aragorn, "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." "We have but one choice," said Elrond rescuing the council, "The Ring must be destroyed." "Then what are we waiting for?" cried one of the dwarvish party smashing an axe down on the Ring. The axe shattered but the Ring was unharmed. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. It must be taken deep into Mordor and casted back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this." "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs, there is evil there that does not sleep. It is a baron wasteland of ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly." Legolas was once again on his feet, "Have you heard nothing of what Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed." "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" said Gimli, "I shall be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf. Never trust an elf!" Arguments began and the council was thrown into disarray, even Gandalf and Elrond became embroiled. They were all silenced by Frodo's tiny voice, "I shall take it. I shall take the Ring to Mordor, although I do not know the way." "I shall help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins," said Gandalf, "So long as it is your's to bear." Aragorn knelt in front of the unlikely adventurer, "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." "And you have my bow," said Legolas. "And my axe," said Gimli. All eyes turned to Boromir, "You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council then Gondor will see it done." Out of nowhere Sam appeared, "Well Mister Frodo's going nowhere without me." "Indeed," chuckled Elrond, "For it seems impossible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." "We're coming too!" cried Pippin. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us," said Merry. "Besides," added Pippin, "You need people of intelligence on this type of mission...quest...thing!" "Well that rules you out Pip!" "Eleven companions," said Elrond, "Very well, you shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." "Eleven?" said Gimli glancing round at his nine companions, "But there are only nine of us." "But it is eleven when you include Roxie and Mimi," said Elrond. Legolas looked up with a start, his eyes bright with happiness, "They are to accompany us?!" he cried. "Yes cousin, you are not to be parted." "Great," said Pippin, "So, where are we going?"
Legolas narrowly missed several pillars as he ran back to Mimi's bedroom. He stopped at the door to straighten his hair and clothes. Opening the door he went inside. Mimi lay on the bed, dressed in elven travelling clothes, which were similar to Legolas', with her head stuck in a book. Legolas' footfalls were so light that she didn't notice him until he planted a kiss on her forehead. She looked up at him and smiled, "I'm going with you Legolas. I'm going to Mordor," she said closing the book. "How do you know?" asked Legolas. "Arwen told me when she brought me these. She sorted it all with Elrond last night. We have a lot to thank her for, not least these great clothes," said Mimi tugging at the collar of her embroidered doublet. "Elven," said Legolas running his hand along the sleeve, "It will make travelling easier for you. They are lighter than human clothing." "They barely feel real," said Mimi, "Like I'm not..." She trailed off and blushed. Laughing, Legolas took the book from her and lay beside her. Mimi lay against him and closed her eyes, "I missed you Angel. I don't like having to share you with Elrond." She expected a laugh but he was silent, "Legolas?" "I'm afraid you will have to share my company with more than Elrond. We won't get much time alone. Aragorn is captain, he'll push us hard to Mordor everyday," said Legolas. "I know but anything is better than going back to Soho without you." "You're not afraid?" "Maybe a little. Arwen's stories of the orcs scare me, especially what they did to her poor mother but I want to help." "You will help," said Legolas, "I can feel it." Mimi ran her fingers down his cheek, "Anything else you can feel?" "Do I need to answer?" said Legolas accepting her kiss. She parted her lips and gently enticed his tongue into her mouth. He shook and pulled away, his eyes betraying his innocence, "No-one's ever kissed me like..." He trailed off, his lips recapturing her's, desperate to relive this new experience. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Her legs entwined with his and he felt her fingers light in his hair. There was a knock at the door. "Ignore it!" said Legolas barely releasing her. Aragorn's voice cam from outside, "Mimi we leave in an hour, meet us in the courtyard. Can you tell Legolas if you see him? Mimi? Are you awake?" Mimi broke loose from Legolas, "Yes I'll tell him when I see him," she called back. Legolas turned her face back to his and kissed her softly. Mimi slipped to the side of him and propped herself up on an elbow. She ran her hand along his leg, feeling his muscles contract with insuppressible longing. "We'd better get sorted," she said breathlessly. "Not just yet," said Legolas, "Aragorn did say we had an hour." "Easy Tiger!" giggled Mimi as his arms went around her once more.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
The Fellowship was gathering in the courtyard. "Who are we missing?" asked Gimli glancing around him. "Roxie, Mimi and Legolas," said Aragorn, fastening the belt of his sword around his waist. "Well they'd better hurry," hissed Boromir, "Sauron won't wait until we can give him a fair fight." "Shut your noise Boromir," said Mimi walking down the stairs with her arms tight around Legolas' waist, "We're here." Elrond handed Legolas his bow, quiver and daggers. He put them on and Mimi could see the change in him straight away and pitied anyone who'd dare cross him, he was a formidable warrior. "The girls should be armed too Elrond," said Aragorn, "Mimi's not a bad little fighter." "Can you fire a bow?" asked Legolas. "I've picked one up in my life." Aragorn handed her a sword but the weight of it nearly broke her wrist. "I can't even hold it, let alone hit someone with it," she said. "Try this Miranda," said Legolas handing her a similar sword. The weight felt good in her hand. "Its so light," she said swinging it gently. "Elven," said Legolas, "Not as clumsy as human weaponry, here..." He fastened the belt round her waist and she let the sword hang at her hip. He handed her a bow, quiver and daggers almost identical as his own. "But Legolas I can't..." "I shall teach you," he said. "Sorry I'm late," came a cry from the stairs. "Finally!" cried Boromir flinging his arms in the air as Roxie descended the steps. Her clothes were similar to Aragorn's, darker than the elven clothes Mimi wore. "Can we get moving now?" asked Frodo, the Ring glistening on a chain around his neck. "Everyone ready?" said Aragorn moving to the front of the party. The Fellowship formed up behind him, the spirit of fear and adventure surging through them all. "Good luck all of you," said Elrond, "The fate of the free peoples of Middle Earth is in your hands." "What a wonderful thought," said Mimi, walking beside Roxie as they left the sanctuary of Rivendell. "Hey its better than those smelly, drooling businessmen shoving tenners in your knickers." "I suppose so," said Mimi. "But it looks as if someone else has been getting into your lingerie," said Roxie with a sly smile. "I take it you're referring to Legolas?" said Mimi. "Of course. So...?" "So what?" "Oh come on Mimi, what's he like? Gentle? Passionate? Any little elven tricks he knows?" "I haven't slept with him!" said Mimi. "You mean you still haven't lost your V-plates? You're getting a bit old to still be all sweetness and light Miranda Jane Tolkien, get him before he gets bored." "What are you two whispering about?" asked Pippin coming beside them. Roxie hissed some unidentifiable expletive under her breath and rolled her eyes, "Nothing that concerns you!" she snapped. "Roxie!" hissed Mimi, "Be nice. I'm going to walk with Legolas, Pip can keep you company." Mimi laughed as she saw Pippin grin and Roxie grimace. Jogging to the front of the group, Mimi fell into step with Aragorn and Legolas. "Here's trouble," said Aragorn as she came between them. "Hey you! Don't be mean," said Mimi giving him a playful shove. "Carry on like that and you won't reach Mordor alive. I take it you two would prefer to walk alone," said Aragorn looking at Legolas who casted his eyes to the floor. "If you don't mind," he said. "Ah Gandalf's a better conversation than you anyway," said Aragorn moving back to walk with the old wizard. "How far is it to Mordor?" asked Mimi brushing the back of her hand against Legolas', he didn't take it. "About sixty days if the weather holds," he answered not looking at her. Mimi's smile faded, "Legolas are you alright?" "Fine," he said his attention somewhere else, "Absolutely..." He held his arm before her, stopping her walking further. "What is it?" "Hush! Aragorn!" he called. "What is it Legolas?" asked Aragorn coming to his side, his hand poised on the hilt of his sword. "I feel something, close by." "What?" "I can't place it. Twisted, greedy, sick, fearful, so many black emotions. Its horrible. Darkness is already with us, watching us." Aragorn drew his sword, "Be on your guard, everyone," he called, "Mimi go with Boromir. Legolas, with me, I need your eyes."
Legolas and Mimi were separated for the entire day. When they came to rest that night, Legolas sat with Aragorn, deep in conversation. Their body language told Mimi they were not to be disturbed. She slumped down on a rock and stared at her feet. A figure scrambled next to her. "Why the long face?" asked Frodo peering at her. "No reason," said Mimi, "I'm just tired." Frodo frowned, not believing her, "If you're tired why don't you go to sleep?" Mimi started crying. "Hey, hey, hey, don't get like that," said Frodo, "What's upset you?" "Bloody Legolas!" hissed Mimi, "All love and romance at Rivendell but now he's only interested in male bonding with Aragorn. He hasn't said two words to me since we got here." "His 'male bonding' as you so eloquently put it, is to take care of you. They have to look after us and the Ring. We are in great danger Mimi." "I know but the occasional smile wouldn't hurt him." "Go and talk to him," said Frodo. "No. I don't want to talk to him." "Then there's nothing I can do. You should get some sleep." Mimi got to her feet and began to walk away. "Where are you going?" asked Frodo. "For a walk, I need to clear my head," said Mimi heading into the darkness. "Where's Mimi going?" asked Merry from his seat by the fireside, "she shouldn't be alone." "No, I guess not," said Frodo walking over to Aragorn and Legolas. They glanced up as he approached. "Hey Frodo, what's up?" asked Aragorn seeing the little hobbits troubled expression. "Erm...its Mimi. She's upset and she's kinda gone walkabout." Legolas was on his feet in a flash, "Upset? Why? Is she ill?" "Her heart is," said Frodo looking up at him. "Her heart? I don't understand...oh no Miranda! Which way did she go?" Frodo pointed between two tall rocks and Legolas was through them in a second.
Legolas searched for nearly half an hour until he found Mimi. She sat on the floor by the edge of a steep drop, her long legs sprawled to the side of her. Legolas was about to speak when he heard her voice on the air. Sweet, sad music filled his mind and tears stung his eyes as he listened to her singing. Her voice cracked and she started crying. "Miranda?" he said. "What do you want?" she snapped, turning and shooting him a vehnemous glance. "What's wrong darling?" She turned away and was silent. "Why aren't you talking to me? What have I done?" Mimi got up and began to walk away. Legolas, faster than her, stepped between her and the exit, close to the drop, "What have I done wrong?" he asked grabbing her shoulders. She shoved him off. Losing his footing, Legolas swayed desperately close to the edge of the cliff. Instinct taking over, Mimi grabbed the front of his doublet and pulled him back to standing. Losing her balance she fell, still clutching onto him, onto the hard cliff top. Legolas rolled onto his back, pale from shock, "That was way too close," he said. "Are you alright?" asked Mimi. "Talking to me now, are we?" said Legolas pushing up onto his elbows and leaning his head back to look at the stars. "No!" said Mimi. "Then why did you just say no?" Mimi could hear the hurt undertone beneath the playful exterior of his voice, "You haven't said more than two words to me since we left Rivendell. You wouldn't even hold my hand when we were walking," she cried sitting up and burying her face in her hands. Legolas touched her arm lightly, "I was distracted when we were walking and then Aragorn kept me talking about the route to Mordor all the way here. I wanted to be with you but my first duty is to Frodo and the Fellowship, you have to understand that," his arms encircled her waist and he kissed her neck gently, "Forgive me?" Mimi's hand found his and she held it tightly. Half lifting her, Legolas turned her to face him and then lay her down. Reaching behind his head, he pulled the tie from his hair and let it swing loose. He brushed her lips, not certain if she'd respond. For a split second she resisted but then she kissed him back with so much passion that Legolas could feel it burn through his whole body. His fingers were light on the delicate clasps of her jacket as he slowly undid them. His hands slid under her thin shirt, soft, searching desperate to explore her. His mind was filled with a thousand new sensations, new feelings that he thought he'd never experience. Mimi forgot everything, her old life, the Fellowship, the Ring, even the threats from Mordor and Isengard. All that existed for her was this moment and the unnaturally beautiful angel she held so tightly in her arms. She heard him whisper words she didn't understand, words that seemed to echo through the rocks despite their softness. A louder echo broke the atmosphere. "Legolas! Mimi! Are you guys okay? Where are you?" called Aragorn. Legolas got to his feet quickly and pulled Mimi up. Catching up her jacket, he dragged her between two rocks and crouched down, hiding. "What are you...?" said Mimi. Legolas pulled her down beside him and put a finger to her lips, a mischievous grin passing over his face. "Legolas! Mimi!" called Aragorn. Mimi giggled as Legolas ran kisses up her arm. "Hush!" he said giggling himself. "He'll throw such a fit if he catches us," whispered Mimi, trying to brush the creases out of her shirt. "That man has the worst timing in the world," said Legolas. Mimi thought she glimpsed what he had had planned in his eye but it faded swiftly. Aragorn's calls became soft as he moved away. Legolas stood up and leant against the rock, "Kinda killed the moment didn't it?" he said as Mimi got up beside him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest, "It was nice while it lasted. You are one seriously naughty elf-prince my darling." "Oh yes my love, I'm absolutely born to be bad!" he said kissing her hair. Mimi pulled back, "Come on, let's get back to camp. The others are obviously worried about us." She put on her jacket and fastened the clasps. Legolas pulled his hair tie out of his pocket and began to pull back his hair. Mimi caught his arm, "Don't!" she said, "Be my Legolas tonight." He returned the tie to his pocket, took her hand and they headed back to their friends.
"Hey sleepyheads, wake up!" A broad Scottish accent roused Legolas from his sleep. "What time is it?" he groaned not opening his eyes. "Five AM," said Pippin, "Aragorn says half an hour until we move." "Tell Aragorn to fuck off!" said Mimi wriggling in Legolas' arms, "We just went to sleep ten minutes ago." "No you went to bed four hours ago," said Pippin, "I saw you." Legolas opened his eyes. The night was beginning to wane and daylight crept over the Misty Mountains. His stomach growled. Untangling himself from the still dozing Mimi, he stretched and sat up. He rubbed his back and glanced down at the rocky bed, "Bit different to the comforts of Rivendell," he said, "Has anyone made any breakfast? I'm starving!" "Over there," said Pippin pointing to where Aragorn and the others sat. "Miranda wake up," said Legolas shaking her gently. He got to his feet and pulled on his jacket. Mimi rolled onto her stomach and pushed up onto her knees. "Very graceful!" said Legolas pulling his hair back from his eyes. "Chuck me my coat will you?" said Mimi yawning. It landed on her head, "I didn't mean literally chuck it," she said putting it on. She got to her feet and followed Legolas to others. "So you two are finally awake," said Gandalf, "We thought even an army of orcs wouldn't have woken you." "So we sent Pippin instead," said Merry, "He's much more scary." Pippin laughed and then frowned as he realised he'd been insulted. Legolas and Mimi sat down and started eating. "Where did you two get to last night?" asked Boromir. "We...err...went for a walk," said Legolas noticeably blushing. "Fucking good screw more likely!" said Roxie, quietly but audibly. "Roxie!" hissed Mimi, blushing herself. Legolas shot a pleading glance at Aragorn. "We need to cover more than we did yesterday on our journey today, it'll be a long haul and we won't stop until nightfall. Does everyone feel up to it? Roxie? Mimi?" he asked. Mimi nodded. "Good. Ten minutes and we leave. The weather looks as if its going to turn so I suggest you wrap up," said Aragorn getting to his feet and walking away. Legolas and Mimi went back to their bags. Legolas pulled on another jacket and a long cape. He handed Mimi the same. "Won't these be too hot?" said Mimi frowning at the clothes. "Believe me, you won't be saying that if the rain comes. We've nowhere to get dry if we get caught by a storm and I have no intention of being wet and miserable." "Point taken," said Mimi getting into the clothes, "Uck I need some sleep." "Well don't go running off tonight and we can get to sleep as soon as it gets dark," said Legolas. Mimi pouted prettily, "But last night was good fun!" she said. Legolas threw his quiver onto his back and his bow over his shoulder. Taking her hands, he kissed her, "Please don't get upset if I'm not with you all day. From here on in the road gets more and more dangerous and I..." "Have a responsibility to the Ring Bearer. I know. Mine by night, Frodo's by day. Let's go," said Mimi as they joined the others.
They travelled for many weeks. The road was long and hard and they were held up even more by the horrible winter weather. Everyone suffered but Roxie was the noisiest about it. "Aragorn!" she whined coming to his side, "Please can we stop, just for a minute?" "No, we keep walking until nightfall." "Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!" Legolas covered his ears, "Aragorn!" he growled, "Shut her up. I can't cope with her whining all the way to Mordor." "Okay, okay. Half an hour and that's all," He pointed to a bright rocky outcrop, "We rest there." "Thank you sweetie," said Roxie falling back to Mimi's side. Legolas turned to Aragorn and raised an eyebrow, "Sweetie? Uck I'm gonna hurl!" Aragorn grabbed Legolas' arm and heaved him onto his back. "Put me down!" cried Legolas flailing. Aragorn put the wriggling elf back on his feet, "Race you!" he said sprinting for the rocks. Legolas beat him by a mile. "You bastard elf!" cried Aragorn catching him up. Legolas strutted up and down on a rock, "Who is the King of Middle Earth?!" he crowed. "Get down you pratt. You're making a fool of yourself." "This coming from the guy who got so drunk last time he came to Mirkwood that he told my Grandmother she was the most beautiful elf in the whole of Middle Earth!" said Legolas. "Fuck you Mirky! You're so gonna get it!" said Legolas climbing up onto the rock. Legolas leapt from rock to rock, agile as a cat, "Ah you troll!" he called to Aragorn, "You're getting slow I your old age." "Unless you want a one way trip to Mordor, you will be shutting up right now," said Aragorn. Legolas pivoted to pull a face at him, lost his footing and tumbled off the rock. Aragorn laughed, "Very graceful Mirky!" Legolas brushed the dust off his trousers as he got up. Mimi came beside him, "Come along my little juvenile delinquent," she said sitting him down on a nearby rock. The others lit a fire and sat down to rest and eat. Pippin and Merry were with Boromir, practicing with the elven blades Aragorn had given them. The whole Fellowship erupted into laughter as Merry and Pippin both lay into their opponent for The Shire, knocking him to the floor. Mimi watched the comedy unfold until she felt Legolas' hand on her cheek, turning her face to his. He leant forward to kiss her and his lips were barely an inch from her's when he pulled away sharply, staring frantically at the sky. "Angel?" asked Mimi gripping his shoulder. "Something moves in the sky!" he said, loud enough to get the other's attention. "Its just a whisp of cloud," said Gimli. "Its moving fast and against the wind," said Boromir. Legolas' sharp eyes caught their form, "Crebain from Dunland. Hide!" he cried pulling Mimi down beneath the cover of the brush. A great swarm of huge crow-like birds enveloped the mountainside, darkening the sky. Legolas held Mimi tightly, sheltering her from the vicious onslaught, "Its okay Miranda," he said as the birds flew off and they came warily out of their hiding places. "What was that?" said Mimi still clinging tightly onto Legolas' jacket. "Spies of Sarumon. The passage south is being watched," said Gandalf, "We must take the Pass of Caradhas." He pointed to a large snowy mountain that stood beside them. It looked unfriendly, as if it intended to destroy anyone that dared to climb it's rocky staircase. Mimi felt her heart rise in her throat, "Up there?" she said, swallowing hard, "Is this a good time to tell you that I'm afraid of heights?" "Not really," said Aragorn, "But we will help you. Legolas go with her, she trusts you."
The ascent to the pass, although beautiful, was frightening enough but when they hit snow Mimi's heart back flipped. She hesitated. Legolas stepped on top of it, barely making a mark. It was the first time Mimi noticed that he wasn't wearing the heavy boots worn by the rest of the party but simple ones that he'd worn around the soft, tailored paths of Rivendell. She thought nothing of it, an elf thing she'd yet to come to understand. He held out his hand to her. Mimi took it, convinced the snow wasn't deep, and stepped off solid ground. She immediately knew she'd made a mistake. The snow enveloped her legs up to her knees. She cried out, grabbing Legolas' waist. "Whoa! Huney, you're okay. You're not going to fall," he said stroking her hair. "You could have warned me," said Mimi struggling to follow as he started walking, still not breaking the surface of the snow, "How the fuck do you walk on this stuff without sinking?" "Elves are far more light footed than you humans, I can't explain why it is, its just one of those things," said Legolas. He flipped onto his hands and managed several impressive back flips before falling onto his back on the snow. Mimi fought her way up to him, "Stop showing off! Some of us aren't having that much fun you know?!" she said as they started walking again. "I'm sorry Mellamin." "Mellamin? What does that mean?" said Mimi confused. "My love," translated Legolas, "Its elvish." "Sweet!" said Mimi, "Well then, mellamin, would you teach me to speak elvish too?" "Of course, which version?" "Huh? How many forms of elvish are there?" "Predominantly four," said Legolas, "Quenya, the language of Rivendell. Sindarin, the language of my people and those of Lothlorien. The ancient speech which is only of spells and riddles and that of Mordor. I dare not utter the last. It brings doom to any who does so." "Okay choices, choices, hmm? Well I suppose as its your language, I should learn Sindarin to start with," said Mimi. "Okay," said Legolas, "Try this. Ai laurie lantar lassi surinen, Yeni unotimi ve ramar aladaron. Yeni ve linte yuldar aranier mi oromardi lisse-miruvoreve." Mimi copied him perfectly. "Not bad," said Legolas. "Well I can say it but what does it mean?" "It's a song my Mother sang to me when I was a child. In your language it would mean, 'Ah like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees. The long years have passed like sweet draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West'...There is much more but the language is too complicated to be taught to a beginner. We shall sing it together one day though Miranda." "It sounds like a beautiful song. All I got as a child were daft nursery rhymes. One thing I have to know though, how do you say I love you in elvish?" asked Mimi. Legolas knelt down in front of her, "Amin mella lle," he said wrapping her hair around his fingers. Mimi's eyes widened in delight, "You said that to me the day we went behind the waterfall!" "I know," said Legolas, "And I meant it then as I mean it now." Mimi hugged him, "Oh my darling, amin mel..." A commotion behind them caught Mimi short. They both turned and Legolas got to his feet, "Boromir has the Ring," he said, his elven eyes sharper than Mimi's. "Boromir?" she said, "I didn't think Ring Bearer was something people could take turns in." "Its not," said Legolas stringing his bow. "What are you doing? You can't shoot Boromir." "Aragorn doesn't have his sword on guard for no reason. Any move against him and that trumped up steward's son has me to deal with!" "Don't Legolas!" cried Mimi trying to get on top of the snow, "You don't know what's happening." "Aragorn is my best friend and Frodo my charge. I've sworn to protect any threat against either of them." Boromir gave the Ring to Frodo and the situation was resolved. Legolas relaxed his bow and returned the arrow to his quiver. He knelt down beside Mimi once more, "I'm sorry if I frightened you," he said, "Hopefully you won't have to see that side of me too often. I don't like those kind of situations." "You're a warrior," said Mimi, "I shall just have to get used to it. Come on, we'd better get moving."
As they travelled onto the Pass of Caradhas they hit a terrible storm. Legolas had to leave Mimi's side to check the path ahead for the rest of the Fellowship who couldn't resist the snow, which was now up to their chests and above the heads of the poor hobbits. As it fell heavier, Mimi and Roxie helped eachother through the snow while Aragorn and Boromir carried the halflings. "Curse this storm," cried Gimli. "This is no ordinary storm," said Legolas standing easily, the snow sticking to his hair and eyelashes, making him glow, "There is a fell voice on the air." "Its Sarumon!" cried Gandalf as an avalanche enveloped them. As they recovered themselves Aragorn called out, "He's trying to bring down the mountain. Gandalf, we must turn back!" "No!" cried Gandalf, trying to fight Sarumon's magic with spells of his own. A larger avalanche enveloped them. Mimi got her head above the snow and pulled Roxie up. She lay unconscious. "Legolas!" she cried. He climbed out of the snow and over to them. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Can you help her? Is she alive?" said Mimi blinking away frozen tears. Legolas felt for Roxie's pulse and lifted her onto his shoulders, "She's alive but we need to get her warm or she won't be for long. Gandalf we cannot stay here." "We could go through the mines of Moria," said Gimli. Gandalf hesitated but then called out, "Let the Ring Bearer decide." "We go through the mines," said Frodo. Mimi saw both Legolas and Aragorn pale and exchange worried glances but they said nothing.
They descended the mountain, Legolas carrying Roxie and Boromir and Aragorn carrying the hobbits. Mimi was relieved when they hit solid ground again. Legolas lay Roxie on the floor and rested her head on his knees, "Roxie. Roxanne, wake up," he said tapping her cheeks gently. Aragorn covered her with his cape. "Boromir," said Legolas, "Light a fire and boil me some water. Use the snow, its fresh and should be purer than the stuff we got from the river earlier. Pippin?" The little hobbit came to his side and knelt down. Legolas lifted Roxie's head and lay it on Pippin's lap. "Keep talking to her," he said taking off his bow and quiver and searching through his bag. Pippin stroked Roxie's brow softly, "Don't leave us Rox," he said, "We need you." Legolas pulled a black, velvet purse out of his bag. Going over to Boromir, who was sitting by the fire and carrying out Legolas' orders, he knelt down and opened the strings. He put his hand into the purse and brought out a handful of a strange silver powder. He sprinkled it into the boiling water, his eyes tightly shut as he muttered to himself. Mimi watched him intently and could have sworn the top of the pan glowed with a strange light. Legolas took the pan off the fire and came over to Roxie, "Sit her up," His voice was commanding but gentle. Aragorn lifted her up, relieving Pippin who looked close to tears. Legolas placed two fingers in the potion and then to Roxie's lips, "Ar sindanoriello caita mornie, Romello vanwa, Valimar!" he chanted in the language of his ancestors, his eyes closed and with an air of absolute stillness about him. He kept repeating the ritual, each time more intense until, finally, Roxie moved. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes. Legolas poured the potion into a cup and held it to her lips. She drank the mixture and pulled a face, "Ugh! What is that stuff?" she said, "It tastes like shit!" "She's back," laughed Aragorn letting her lean back against him. Mimi ran over and hugged her friend, "Oh Roxie thank God you're alright. I was so worried. Thank you Legolas. Thank you so much for whatever you did for her." She kissed his cheek and then went back to hugging her friend. "Elven magic!" said Sam in wonderment, "I never thought I'd see it." "Not magic Sam," said Legolas, "Simply medicine. It is called Miruvor and is only found between my realm and the mountain of Erebor. Some say it is the source of elven immortality."
They rested at the base of the mountain for the night. Roxie was sheltered by a tent Aragorn and Boromir had thrown together. She dozed, recovering from her ordeal and the effects of Legolas' potion. She heard someone walk in, "Mimi? Legolas?" she asked opening her eyes, "Pippin! What are you doing in here?" "I wanted to see how you were. I was worried," said Pippin shyly. "Well I'm fine, so you can leave," snapped Roxie. Pippin looked hurt but knelt beside her all the same, "Why are you so horrible to me? What have I done to offend you?" he asked. Roxie was quiet. "Well?" pressed Pippin. "We just don't get on, that's all," she said finally. "But I like you, I mean really like you!" The words had left Pippin's mouth before he knew what he was saying. Deciding it was too late to stop, he continued, "Ever since we fell down the hill in the Shire I've thought you the most beautiful, lovely woman alive. I know I'm merely a hobbit but I will love you forever if you let me." His voice cracked with emotion and he turned his face away. "Whoa! Pippin, I never knew you felt that way," said Roxie stunned, "But I'm sorry, even if I felt the same for you, there's someone else in my life and we're happy." Pippin turned back to her, his eyes dulled by the threat of tears, "I know I won't know him but can I ask who?" "He's..." "He's me!" Came a voice from behind Pippin. "Boromir?!" said Pippin turning. A look of hurt and disgust spread over his face and he ran from the tent. Boromir laughed, "Little fool, trying it on with someone he knows he has no chance with." Roxie flinched as he kissed her. "Leave him alone Boromir, its not fair. I feel sorry for him." "So do I Rox, I was only joking. That bump on the head's put you in a bad mood hasn't it?" "And you're not helping! Can you go? I want to be alone." "Fine!" said Boromir, angrily getting to his feet, "Be alone!" He stormed out of the tent.
"Oh yes!" cried Mimi as her arrow hit her target perfectly. "Better," said Legolas, "You're a natural." He walked over to the tree and pulled out the arrow. He made a smaller, higher scratch on the bark and then came back to her side, "Now try that." Mimi loaded her bow and aimed. Legolas tilted her arm slightly, measuring her sight himself, "A little higher and keep both eyes open, you'll see all the better for it." He pulled back. Just as she released the flight from her fingers, Mimi felt his petal warm lips against her neck. She started and misfired. "Oh Miranda!" said Legolas pulling away and giving her an innocent stare, "How could you miss that?" "How rude!" exclaimed Mimi turning her back on him, "I might just have to ignore you now." "Please do," said Legolas his arms encircling her waist, "Then I'll have to make up with you again." He nuzzled into her neck. "Legolas! Behave! We're in public." "You're not going to get all shy on me are you Miss Tolkien?" he said taking her hand, "Come on, let's find some place quiet." They headed away from the camp and came across a tiny coppice, sheltered by the mountain. "Alone at last," said Legolas pulling Mimi to him. She let his kiss drown her senses. He was playful, teasing her until she couldn't bear it any longer, "Legolas stop it!" she said, her voice somewhere between laughter and desperation. He pulled back, confused. He looked over her face, frantically trying to read her expression, "What did I do wrong?" he said. Mimi was about to speak when she felt something cold fall on her cheek. She looked up, it was snowing. She turned back to Legolas and brushed a couple of snowflakes off his shoulder. Her heart melted as quickly as the snow as she stared up into his innocent blue eyes. She reached up to his cheek, "You did nothing wrong," she said guiding him to her, "I love you Legolas." "Oh please!" Mimi span around to see Boromir sitting nearby, "Excuse me?" she said offended by his tones. "You two really make me sick. Cooing over eachother like a pair of adolescents. Oh I love you. Oh I love you. Rubbish and nonsense!" "Ignore him Miranda," said Legolas, "Let's go back to the camp." "You could do so much better for yourself Mimi," said Boromir, "Elf-boy here couldn't stay the distance even if he wanted to. Why his people are still here I'll never know." "My people help you defend this world from Sauron," said Legolas, "Your people have no leaders. Even now you won't accept Aragorn as your king. Men are scattered, divided, leaderless, elves are unified." "Struck a nerve there didn't I?" sneered Boromir, "You think you're so grand because you're Thranduil's son. What help has he given to the cause? What's the significance of your title? That can't satisfy the demands of a relationship and you aren't capable of showing he real love. You're just a little boy Legolas, trying to hang out with the big kids. Go back to Mirkwood little princeling, grow up!" "Get out of here Boromir!" said Mimi wishing she had her daggers with her and the strength to wield them. "Of course Lady Mimi. Make sure His Royal Highness doesn't stay up too late," hissed Boromir leaving the coppice with a laugh. "Bastard!" hissed Mimi turning to Legolas, he wasn't there. He stood ahead, leaning against a tree, the snow settling on his hair. "Boromir is an idiot Angel," said Mimi walking over and laying a hand on his shoulder. He didn't face her. Raising his hand to his eyes, Mimi felt him suppress a sob. She moved in front of him and took his hand from his face, "Legolas?" "Is that what they really think about me? That I'm just a privileged elf- child who's only here because Daddy let me out to play?" "Of course they don't you daft creature!" said Mimi wiping a crystal tear from his cheek, "You are so well respected. The stories I heard in Rivendell of your bravery couldn't be lies. Does Boromir's opinion really count, especially when you know I love you for exactly who you are?" "I fail there too. You deserve so much more than me Miranda," said Legolas. "Fuck that! Legolas do you know how stupid you sound? When we first met what did I tell you I wanted? A beautiful, courageous, fairytale prince who loves me, despite my past. I found him in you Angel. You're all I want Legolas, I love you," said Mimi reaching up to his cheek as the snow began to fall heavier on them. Legolas pressed his lips to her palm, But physically I..." "We talked about this at Rivendell. Has it ever crossed your mind that you might not be the only one who's unsure? I don't need..." Mimi trailed off, laughing. "What's so funny?" said Legolas. "I can't take you or myself seriously when you look like Frosty the Snow- elf!" said Mimi brushing the snow from his hair. Legolas smiled, "You're lucky we don't have a mirror, you don't look so hot yourself!" "I don't feel it either, give us a cuddle," said Mimi wrapping her arms around his waist. Legolas wrapped his cape around her, sheltering her from the snow, "Miranda?" "Hmm?" "We will be together one day, I promise." Mimi didn't answer him, instead she raised her face to his and accepted his kiss. The snow continued to fall as he pulled back and held her tightly. As his sweet love song caught the air even loveless Caradhas silenced it's winds to listen. The magic of an elven song thundering softly through even the darkest of the mountains' hearts.
"May it be an Evenstar shines down upon you,
May it be when darkness falls your heart will be true..."
CHAPTER NINE.
Aragorn woke them early and they set off for Moria. The roads became darker and more foreboding. Mimi's sword was a comforting, albeit light, weight at her side as she walked beside Legolas, senses on full alert. Aragorn's whispered call made her jump. "Anything happening that we mere mortals can't see Mirky?" "Nothing," said Legolas, "The world seems unnaturally still." "There are some things even the sensitivity of elves cannot detect," warned Gandalf, "Stay close Frodo." They came to a river, black and thick with a substance Mimi didn't dare guess the origin of. Jumping from rock to rock, they crossed to come against a great wall. "What are they?" exclaimed Merry nearly breaking his neck as he strained to see the top. "The walls of Moria," said Gimli proudly.
They walked along the wall for hours searching for the door into the mines and once again night fell. "A great race you dwarves are for hiding things," said Legolas, "You can't even find your own doors." "It is the foolish magic of elves that made them invisible," retorted Gimli. "Hush the pair of you," said Gandalf, "This road will be perilous enough without you two bickering all the way to Mordor." He stopped them suddenly. He ran his hand along the wall, brushing away the dirt and dust, "Ithildin, it mirrors only starlight and the moonlight." As if on que the clouds parted and the moon shone through, illuminating the gate in an eerie silver. An inscription appeared, in elvish lettering, 'Ennyn Durin Aran Moria: Pedo mellon a minno. Im Narvi hainechant: Celebrimboro Eregion teithant I thiw hin.' "What do you suppose that means?" asked Merry. "The gates of Durin, Lord of Moria: speak friend and enter. I, Narvi, made them. Celebrimbor of Hollin drew these signs," translated Legolas. "That's all very well," said Merry not satisfied, "But what does it mean?" "Its quite simple really," said Gandalf, "If you are a friend you speak the password and the doors will open." He pressed the end of his staff to the star on the door and called out, "Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen." Nothing happened. He tried again, "Fennas nogothrim, lasto beth lammen." Still nothing.
Gradually the whole Fellowship was lounging hopelessly on the banks as Gandalf still searched in vain for the password. "Hungry?" asked Legolas handing Mimi an apple. "Starving!" she said taking it and biting into it, "Uck I'm bored!" "Tell me about it. Bloody dwarvish doors and elven spells! This is precisely why elves have as little as possible to do with dwarves these days, it causes far too many problems," said Legolas twiddling a twig in an intricate pattern around his fingers. Suddenly he elbowed Mimi in the ribs. "Hey!" she started. "Ssh! Look." He pointed over to a nearby tree. There, half hidden by shadow, stood Roxie and Boromir in a secretive embrace. "Fuck me!" exclaimed Mimi, "Those two are an item?" "Looks like it," said Aragorn from behind them, "They've been together for a few days." "Why didn't she tell me?" said Mimi, "I'm meant to be her best friend." The conversation was halted by splashes in the water. Merry and Pippin were competing to see who could throw stones the furthest. Aragorn grabbed Pippin's arm, "Do not disturb the water," he said. Pippin dropped the stone and looked guiltily at the floor. "Speak friend and enter?" said Frodo, who had not moved from his place in front of the door for nearly two hours, "It's a riddle. Gandalf, what's the elvish word for friend?" Gandalf looked perplexed, "Mel-lon," he said accentuating both syllables as if he were teaching a child. The doors creaked and slowly opened to reveal a black hall inside. Relieved that their wait was over, they gathered up their things and went inside the hall. Mimi kept close to Legolas, her grip firm on her sword. The air was rank and the darkness scared her. She heard Roxie giggle behind, "It smells like something died in here," she said. "Now Master Elf," said Gimli coming to Legolas' side, "You shall enjoy the humble hospitality of the dwarves. Roaring fires, root beer, red meat off the bone!" "Gimli, I'm vegetarian," said Legolas cringing at the thought. "Foolish elven principals," muttered Gimli moving away. The room was illuminated as Gandalf wove some spell over his staff. The shadows slowly retreated back. "And they call this a mine," said Gimli as a total mess was revealed, "A mine!" Boromir was the first to notice what the mess really was, "This is no mine! It's a tomb!" he said in horror, "We should never have come here. Get out you idiots, get out. We make for the gap of Rohan, take the West road to Gondor." Legolas knelt beside one of the half decayed bodies and pulled an arrow from it's chest, "Goblins!" he hissed. He got to his feet and drew back his bow. Aragorn and the others all took up arms. Before they could turn, they heard the hobbits cry out. Frodo was pulled from the hall by a giant tentacle that had emerged from the lake. Boromir, Legolas and Aragorn ran to his aid. They fought the beast hard. Legolas' bow sang as it reeled off shot after shot but the hide of the beast was so strong that they bounced off it. Finally Aragorn cut Frodo free and they returned back into the cave. The creature, incensed at being robbed of it's prey, pursued them, pulling down the entrance and trapping the Fellowship in the mines. It felt like an age until Mimi opened her eyes again. The room was in pitch darkness. She groped wildly, trying to find a companion to convince herself she wasn't alone in the terrible blackness, "Legolas!" she cried, choking on the dust that enveloped her. "I can't see you Miranda. Stay still," came his reply. "Gandalf we need light," said Boromir. Gandalf's staff once again illuminated the room. Legolas ran to Mimi and pulled her against him. She shook violently as she cried. "Hush, hush my love. You're safe, you're safe," he said. His words were comforting but meaningless, Mimi knew they were still in danger. "But the goblins?" she said shuddering at the thought of the hideous stories she'd read about such beings and how they would be. Elves were more beautiful than she'd imagined, were goblins more hideous? "We shall cross that path when we come to it," said Gandalf, "We now face the long dark of Moria. Let us hope our presence goes unnoticed. Come, it's a four-day journey to the other side."
For three days they travelled undetected, nervous as those standing before an executioner. Finally Aragorn called their third day to an end. Throwing down his bag, he sat on the floor and pulled out his pipe. Everyone flopped thankfully onto the floor. Only Legolas remained standing. He paced back and forth, muttering to himself in elvish. "Take some rest Legolas," said Boromir, "You shall be no use to us if you are half asleep." "What's it to you?" snapped Legolas, still pacing. Mimi got up and took his hands, he was shaking, "Legolas, what is wrong with you?" she asked seeing his desperate expression. "He is an elf," said Aragorn, "No sun, no fresh-air, no trees. This place is like hell to him." "Sounds like claustrophobia," said Roxie, "You just need to get him to relax." "Will you stop talking about me as if I'm not here," said Legolas, "I know what's wrong with me and I'll be fine, just fine...once I get out of this cursed darkness," he cried kicking the stone step hard, "Ai-ie!" Mimi took off his bow and quiver, unfastened his doublet and slipped it off his shoulders, "Sit," she said. He obeyed. She sat behind him and pulled him back so that his head lay on her chest. She began to gently massage his shoulders, "Relax Angel. The others will keep watch for you. Try to sleep." Legolas shut his eyes and let her continue, feeling much of his anxiety drift away. "Sleep, sleep my Angel," she whispered, "You are safe, I swear to you." Legolas tried to resist her but the urge to succumb to her words enveloped him and he drifted away in her arms. Laying him back so that his head was on his rolled up doublet, Mimi covered him with her cape and brushed a stray whisp of blond from his face. She kissed his forehead, "Sleep well my prince. May God guard you until morning." "You have quite a touch," said Aragorn softly as Mimi joined him beside the fire. "It was nothing. All he needed was a little TLC." "TLC?" asked Boromir. "Tender, loving care. Its all anyone needs to get well." Mimi warmed her hands and got back to her feet, "Goodnight everyone," she said settling down beside Legolas, "See you all in the morning."
When Mimi woke the mines were quiet and most of the Fellowship asleep. Legolas breathed heavily and even beside her, his face buried in his arms. She sat up and looked around. Boromir was the only person noticeably awake, guarding the camp. She pushed up onto her feet and walked up to him. He turned, startled. "Did I wake you?" "No," said Mimi, "Have you slept? I can take over if you like?" Boromir shook his head, "Its okay. I slept earlier and relieved Aragorn about half an hour ago. We thought it would be best to let Legolas sleep. I'm sorry about what I said to him the other day, I was wrong. He clearly loves you and he is a good warrior, he proved himself at the lake." "Its not me you should be telling these things to," said Mimi, "Legolas needs to hear it from you himself for him to believe it." "I know. I only snapped because I was in a mood with Roxie." "You don't need to justify yourself to me. I didn't know you and Roxie were together until we reached the gates to the mines." "We didn't talk about it. You and Legolas were the big romance, we just wanted to keep it quiet." "I understand. Sometimes I wish Legolas and I had had more time privately. Now every touch is gossiped about," admitted Mimi sitting on the rock beside him. "Do you think we'll succeed?" asked Boromir after a few moments of silence. "In reaching Mordor? I don't know, I don't think anyone does." Boromir said nothing. "You worry for Gondor, don't you? Talk to me Boromir, perhaps I can help," said Mimi. "Can you destroy Sauron and his dark fortress with a word? Can you save my people?" "I can try. That's what the Fellowship is for, to save all of Middle Earth. The Elves, the Dwarves, the Hobbits and your people. We won't stop until we win or we die trying." "To think you're from a world unknown to magic," said Boromir with a smile. "Miranda?" groaned Legolas as he began to wake. "Sorry," said Mimi to Boromir. "Go on," he said, "He needs you at the moment." Mimi returned to Legolas' side, "I'm here baby," she said lifting his head onto her knees. She stroked his hair with her fingertips. He was pale, drawn and she could feel him shivering despite the humidity of the caves, he was suffering. He opened his eyes. His pupils were so wide, desperate to take in any light, that she could barely see their blue. "We're still here then," he said, his voice hoarse. Mimi nodded, "Only one more day. You're strong enough for that," she said. Legolas' eyes blazed with a sudden determination, "One more day," he said, "Only one more day." Getting to his feet he pulled on his doublet, "And the sooner we get moving..." "Legolas," said Boromir, "Eat something. The others are not yet awake and you need your strength." "I don't want for strength. I'm not mortal." "Please stop fighting!" cried Mimi, "You're like children the pair of you. Legolas, Boromir's sorry for the other day okay? We can't carry on with the mission if you two are always at eachother's throats." Both Boromir and Legolas looked defeated. "Beaten down by a woman," said Boromir, "Some warriors we turned out to be. Truce?" Legolas took Boromir's extended hand, "Truce," he said. "Took you long enough," said Aragorn, his eyes still closed. "How long have you been awake?" asked Mimi. "Long enough to hear you put those two in their place. Maybe you could train me. I need to learn how to deal with elvish temper tantrums if I'm going to marry Arwen." "If!" said Legolas sitting back down, "Elrond hasn't given his permission yet. Elven fathers do not part with their daughters to mortal men." "Well maybe Mimi's mortal father will not part with her to an immortal man!" retorted Aragorn. "My Dad would have no say in the matter, even if he was alive," said Mimi, "I'm twenty now and no longer under parental controls. I can marry who I choose, whenever I choose." "But doesn't your father, or Roxie's father have to arrange your marriage?" asked Legolas confused. "Not in my culture. Its entirely up to me and I'd never agree to an arranged marriage, just like you," said Mimi noticing Legolas' eyes light up. The others all began to come round from their sleep. They set off again and the road got harder and harder. Gandalf led the way, pushing them on and on. They reached three doors at which Gandalf stopped, "I have no memory of this place," he said. And so they stopped again, waiting for Gandalf to choose their path.
Hours passed. The room was filled with smoke from Aragorn's pipe and the air was sweet with the fragrance of what he was smoking. Miraculously the air seemed to reduce Legolas' anxiety. He lounged against a rock, restringing his bow. "You seem a lot better now," said Mimi. "I'm getting there," he said, "I miss the Sun. This darkness worries me." Mimi kissed him softly. Wrapping his cape around her, he kissed her back. Mimi pulled away as someone tumbled into her. She turned, "Frodo? What's the matted?" she asked as the little hobbit stared wide-eyed at her. He ran away from them and over to Gandalf. "What's got into him?" said Legolas. "Goblins?" said Mimi her hand flying to the sword at her side. Legolas took her hand and kissed the back of it, "Not alone," he said reassuringly, "They always attack in groups and never ambush, we'd hear them. Besides, I'll protect you." "I can protect myself, thank you very much," said Mimi snatching her hand away. "Ah I have remembered," said Gandalf. They followed him down a passage as he waffled on to Merry about following his nose. Legolas tried to take Mimi's hand but she hit it away and went to walk with Roxie. "Lover's tiff?" asked Aragorn beside him. "I don't know," said Legolas, "I'm going to find out though." He pushed through the Fellowship and grabbed Mimi's arm, "We're not getting into another fight," he said in a low whisper, "So tell me now what I've done." "I don't want you feeling you have to protect me. I can take care of myself, I have done for twenty years you know?" Legolas ran a hand over his eyes and sighed dramatically, "Miranda, have you ever seen a goblin or an orc? You've never faced one before and I don't know how you'll react. You didn't handle the Crebain or the water beast attack very well and I just want anything to...Gimli!" Gimli broke from the group as they entered a large cavernous room with many corridors and ran into an antechamber into which streamed pure white light. He threw himself to his knees in front of a huge sarcophagus upon which was written a runic inscription. Gandalf read it aloud, "Here lies Balin, son of Fundin. Lord of Moria. So he is dead then, it is as I feared." Gimli was wailing uncontrollably over the death of his cousin. Bodies littered the room, their features twisted and contorted in death's black mask. Mimi gasped as Gandalf took a great book from one of the bodies and part of it's arm crumbled away to dust. He began to read it aloud, a terrible tale of how the orcs and other creatures with no name were gradually taking the mines and killing the dwarvish settlers. Mimi edged closer to Legolas as the story made grim reading. "Drums...drums...drums in the deep. We have barred the gates. We cannot get out. They are coming..." Gandalf ended and looked up at the Fellowship from under the brim of his hat, "They are coming." Pippin, who until now had been silently examining a body by the well, twisted an arrow that was embedded in it's chest. The body, invisibly attached to a great weight, fell into the well, crashing down and down into the depths of Moria. Legolas drew his bow and loaded an arrow, there was silence. "Fool of a Took!" hissed Gandalf, "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity." Roxie walked over and put her arms around Pippin's shoulders, "Its not Pippin's fault Gandalf," she said hugging the little hobbit tight against her, "He didn't know it would do that." Without warning a great rumble of drums echoed from the deep. "We have company," muttered Aragorn. Legolas turned to him and some old, familiar glance passed between the two friends, "Its party time!" said the elf, his finger twitching on the string of his bow. Boromir went to the door and immediately pulled back as two arrows sailed passed him and pierced the frame. Frodo pulled Sting, his sword, from it's sheath and it glowed blue. "Orcs!" cried Legolas in disgust. Aragorn and Boromir began to barricade the door while Legolas threw them axes to bar it. The chamber rocked. "They have a cave troll!" exclaimed Boromir. The door barred, Aragorn ushered the hobbits away, "Stay close to Gandalf. You too girls." Roxie obeyed. "Not on your life," said Mimi coming beside him and arming her bow. Gimli climbed on top of his cousin's coffin, "Let them come. There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath." Aragorn aimed his bow, his sight waived as he tried to predict where the first orc would come from. Legolas stood still as a statue, his aim unmoving. Mimi, steadying her hands, aimed her bow along the same sight as his. Axes broke through the door, shattering the ancient wood. Legolas fired. His arrow flew through a tiny gap in the wood. There was a scream followed by the sickening slump of a body. The ground shook again but Legolas' sight still didn't move. The door shattered into a million pieces and a monstrous creature came in, roaring and waving an embossed club. Mimi fired but her arrow barely nicked the surface of it's skin. Orcs flooded in behind it. Shouldering her bow, Mimi drew her sword. She struck down the orc in front of her. "Miranda down!" Mimi hit the floor as an arrow sped above her and hit an orc brutally between the eyes. She was lost. Everywhere around her was a blur of movement. She fought hard, survival her only goal. Orcs fell but so did her comrades. Aragorn, then Frodo, Pippin, Merry, all fell victim to the troll. Finally Legolas, by a mixture of luck and skill, shot perfectly into the creature's mouth and it fell dead. Merry and Pippin got up from the floor and ran to where Frodo lay, on a spear that seemed wedged into his tiny body. Aragorn, revived, took the hobbit into his arms, "No Frodo," he said in a whisper. Frodo took in a breath, "I'm alright, I'm not hurt," he said sitting up. "But how?" said Aragorn, "That spear could have skewered a wild boar." "It seems there is more to this hobbit than meets the eye," said Gandalf. Frodo opened his shirt to reveal a beautiful chain mail shirt underneath. "Well," laughed Aragorn, "Here's a pretty hobbit skin to wrap an elven princeling in! If it was known that hobbits had such hides all the hunters of the Wilderness would descend upon the Shire." Frodo managed a weak laugh, "Its Bilbo's," he said. "Mithril," said Gimli, "You are full of surprises Master Baggins." "We should not linger," said Legolas, "The enemy is still close." As if on cue the drums started once more. "To the bridge of Khazad-Dum," said Gandalf. Leading them back into the halls of Dwarrowdelf, Gandalf moved at a run. Mimi felt Legolas' hand in her's as he dragged her along and was glad of the slight comfort it afforded. From all around them goblins and orcs descended into the hall, penning them in. They stopped, surrounded. Mimi waited for the orcs to strike, knowing their mere eleven could not defeat the great army. But the painful strike didn't come. The ground began to shake. Thumping echoed from far off. Without warning the orcs scattered, returning to their hiding places in the ceiling. Legolas lowered his bow, glancing round desperately, his eyes wide as if he was facing some childhood nightmare. Down the corridor something stirred. The corridor glowed orange, flickering like a great fire. "What new Devilry is this?" said Boromir. "A Balrog, a creature of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. RUN!" cried Gandalf. They needed no further prompting. They ran for the bridge. Running down great steps, on which either side there was an abyss, they reached a hole. Legolas jumped it easily. "Gandalf," he said beckoning the old wizard across. He jumped across into the elf's arms. "Now you Roxie." Roxie jumped and he caught her easily. The ground started to shake harder and the cave began to fall in. The steps wobbled precariously. Boromir picked up Merry and Pippin and jumped across the gap. "Miranda?" said Legolas. "I can't do it!" cried Mimi feeling dizzy. "Yes you can baby. Jump. I promise I won't let you fall," said Legolas. Mimi shut her eyes tight and threw herself across the gap. It felt like an age until she felt Legolas' arms tight around her waist. Boromir pulled her behind him and went to help Legolas. Aragorn threw Sam across and he was passed back to safety. "Now you Gimli," said Aragorn moving to throw him across. "No-one tosses a dwarf!" said Gimli, jumping alone. He fell short of the other side. Legolas grabbed his beard and pulled him up. With a tremor, half the steps that Aragorn and Frodo stood on, fell away. They scrambled back on top of it. The steps lurched and began to crumble beneath them. "Lean forward!" cried Aragorn, steadying Frodo. They leaned forwards and the steps fell towards the others. At the last moment, before the steps fell away, they jumped. Legolas caught Aragorn and Boromir caught Frodo. They gathered themselves and ran for the bridge. "Lead them on Aragorn," said Gandalf, "The bridge is near." Aragorn resisted but Gandalf shoved him away. "Do as I say! Swords are no more use here," said the wizard as he closed the heavy oak door and began to weave a spell over it. Aragorn led them to the bridge and all the while they could hear the shadow creature gaining on them. The bridge itself was barely two feet wide. Aragorn led Gimli and the hobbits across. They were showered by orc arrows as they crossed. Legolas pushed Mimi and Roxie onto the bridge, "Run and don't look back. Get out into the open. I'll be right behind you." The girls ran and he and Boromir closely followed. They reached the other side and looked back. Gandalf was only half way across when the great, terrifying creature emerged from the halls. Mimi couldn't describe it. It was somewhere between darkness and fire, terrible and beautiful all in one heartbeat. "Gandalf!" cried Frodo trying to get onto the bridge. Boromir held him fast. A great light emanated from Gandalf's staff as he spoke to the beast, "You cannot pass!" he cried, "I am the servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. You cannot pass! The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udun. Go back to the shadow. You cannot pass!" He struck the bridge and it shattered, the beast fell. Mimi took in a breath and realised she hadn't done so since the creature emerged. Her relaxation was only brief as the Balrog's great fiery whip came from the abyss and caught Gandalf's ankle. He fell, holding on to the bridge long enough to say, "Fly you fools!" The cave in became worse and orc arrows showered the Fellowship. "Gandalf!" cried Frodo trying to fight against the sheet of arrows. Boromir picked him up like a child as they all ran from the mines. The Sun and their tears blinded them all as they emerged into daylight. Boromir held onto the crying Gimli as he tried to return to the mines. All the hobbits were inconsolable. Mimi shook with fear, distress and loss. Nothing could have prepared her for what she'd seen or done. A friend dead. Blood of creatures that were once only horrific fairytales to her, on her hands and clothes. Her heart ached so much she found it hard to breathe. Aragorn's voice rang clear, "Legolas! Get them up." "Give them a moment for pity's sake," said Boromir close to tears himself. "By nightfall these hills will be crawling with orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come Boromir, Legolas. Gimli, get them up!" Legolas wiped his eyes on his sleeves and helped Merry and Pippin to their feet.
CHAPTER TEN.
They walked for hours across land devastated by orcs. Black, dead, corrupted land. Suddenly, as if by magic, the devastation gave way to a beautiful green meadow that led up to the wood. Before Mimi could clock him, Legolas ran into the meadow and threw himself into the long grass, breathing heavily as his strength returned. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the Sun, not caring as it stung his eyes. "We are on elven ground," said Aragorn as he noticed Mimi staring in confusion at Legolas, "The northern forests of Mirkwood are similar to these. He is a wood-elf. I have seen him this way before after he has walked in the earth's dark places." Legolas sat up, "Isn't it beautiful Aragorn? Like when we came with Arwen when you were twenty." "Quite delightful little Greenleaf," said Aragorn pulling him to his feet. "Greenleaf?" said Miranda raising an eyebrow, "I thought you called him Mirky." "I do but I call him Greenleaf too, its his surname." "You're called Greenleaf?" giggled Mimi. "And what's wrong with that? You're called Tolkien!" "Does it really matter?" said Aragorn, "Why don't you two toddle off for a bit? I need to convince the others that these woods are safe." Legolas took Mimi's hand and led her into the seclusion of the trees. When they were out of sight, he pulled her to him and kissed her, "I've been wanting to do that for ages," he said curling her hair around his fingers. "So much has happened today it seems like I haven't seen you for ages," said Mimi, "I wish Gandalf hadn't...wasn't..." She choked back a sob. Legolas kissed her forehead, "I know Mellamin. We all do. His loss diminishes us all. He died so that we may live, so that we may give Middle Earth a chance of salvation." His azure eyes were gentle but with a new determination. Mimi pushed his hair back behind his slightly pointed ears. She smiled. "What?" asked Legolas laughing at her dreamy expression. "You're beautiful!" said Mimi laughing herself. "Its because the light's bad," said Legolas with a cheeky half smile. His expression changed, he looked nervous, "Marry me?" he said finally. Mimi had to double take, "What did you say?" she said. "Will you marry me Miranda?" His face was intense, deadly serious. Mimi's heart skipped a beat and then leapt into her throat. She couldn't speak. Legolas lowered his gaze, "I knew I shouldn't have..." "Yes!" said Mimi. It was Legolas who was now speechless. He let out a desperate sigh, catching up the breath he'd held whilst waiting for her answer. Taking her into his arms he picked her up and span her round, "Oh Miranda!" he cried placing her back on her feet, "You have made me the happiest man alive! I love you, oh God, I love you!" His kisses were frantic. "Angel! Angel!" giggled Mimi, "Calm down." "How can I calm down? We're getting married. You and me together, forever!" He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. "I'll love you till the day I die Legolas," promised Mimi stroking his long blond hair.
Tearing themselves away from eachother's company, Legolas and Mimi rejoined their friends. "Why are you too so happy? What went on in there?" said Roxie. "Want to tell her or shall I?" asked Mimi. "You can," said Legolas. "Okay...Legolas asked me to marry him!" "What?!" cried Roxie, an excited grin passing over her face, "Well, what did you say?" "Yes, of course!" said Mimi, "We are to be married as soon as possible." She hugged her friend and then returned to Legolas' arms. "Did I just hear you two right?" asked Aragorn coming to Legolas' side, "You bloody dark horse. I thought you were meant to tell me everything. I'm so pleased for you my friend. Its about time you settled down and got me some little nieces and nephews. Take care of him for me Mimi." He hugged them both. Mimi laughed, "I intend to." "Come. We seek sanctuary with the Lady Galadriel, Arwen's grandmother," said Aragorn leading them down the forest path. The forest was filled with the sound of rustling leaves and the gentle splash of an unseen brook. Mimi could hear Gimli talking to the hobbits but his words passed her by. She was occupied by Legolas' presence, his hand warm on her hip and his shoulder a firm pillow. Suddenly they cam face to face with seven loaded bows. Legolas loaded his own but relaxed with a secretive smile as he looked over at their leader. "Your dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark!" said a tall blond elf. Legolas masked a laugh. "Haldir of Lorien," said Aragorn, "We need your aid, grant us sanctuary in your land." "Give sanctuary to dwarves and mortals?! The Lady will not allow it," said Haldir. "Tell her that you will gravely displease your Uncle if you do not give sanctuary to your cousin and his companions," said Legolas coming into Haldir's sight. The other elf's eyes lighted in surprise, "Legolas!" he cried hugging him, "We were not told you were expected. It is great to see you cousin. Come, come all of you, fortunate favourites of His Royal Highness. The Lady will welcome you all warmly." They followed the beautiful elven cortege into a city in the trees. Everything glittered. Even Legolas' unnatural beauty was surpassed by the inhabitants of Caras Galadhon, the realm of Galadriel and Celeborn. They were led to a platform facing a great staircase. The light was so bright that everyone save Legolas had to shade their eyes. Two figures descended and, from the way they were dressed in long flowing, silver grey robes, Mimi took them to be the Lord and Lady themselves. Legolas bowed low, seemingly humble to the pair despite his title. "Eleven it was set out from Imladris," said Celeborn, "But I count only ten. Tell me where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him." "He has fallen into shadow," said Galadriel, her voice ethereal and distant, "The quest stands on the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet home remains while the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil, tonight you shall rest in peace..." Galadriel's voice seemed to drift away as Mimi watched the faces of Boromir and Frodo. Boromir began to weep and stare at her with a mixture of hatred and awe and Frodo looked as if he wanted to run from the wood. "But friends," said Galadriel, regaining their attention, "Let us have no ceremony whilst you remain in this realm. Come, sweet nephew Legolas, it has been many moons since I saw you last." She held her arms out to him and he went to her embrace. "I've missed you," said Legolas like a child long separated from a favoured relation. Celeborn lay a hand on his shoulder, "How are your parents? Is my sister well?" he asked. "Very well when I left," said Legolas, "And I have felt nothing to the contrary." "This is happy news borne with many ill tidings of today but I sense that your heart has more to share with us," said Galadriel backing away and smiling warmly. "You know me to well Aunt," said Legolas holding his hand out to Mimi. She walked over to him and he drew her to his side, "May I present Miranda Tolkien, my betrothed." "Indeed," laughed Galadriel, "It would seem My Lord that we have yet another mortal match to look forward to in our family." "And welcome it is. Dear Miranda, may you accept our fondest blessings," said Celeborn. Mimi blushed, "Thank you My Lord." With a few words of farewell to the group, Galadriel and Celeborn left. Before anyone could speak they were split into groups and led away by elven servants. Two elven women took Mimi and Roxie to a room high in the trees. "Those clothes are for you," said one of the servants in halting Westron, "We shall come for you in an hour." They closed the door and left Roxie and Mimi alone. Mimi walked over to the bed and ran her hand over the sleeve of one of the dresses. It was lace, white as the new fallen snow she remembered from Caradhas. She held it up in front of her, "What do you think?" "Its beautiful," said Roxie, "Put it on." Mimi changed out of her travelling clothes and put on the dress, it fitted her perfectly. She span around. "You'll give Legolas a heart attack in that," said Roxie. "Put your's on Rox," said Mimi, "You'll look like an angel with your hair loose."
Roxie and Mimi spent the hour laughing, talking and making eachother beautiful as they had done when they were children. The elven women returned and led them down into a shady glade. The grass was soft and warm beneath their bare feet. Gimli, Aragorn and Boromir sat in the glade together, they too had changed out of their worn travelling clothes into simple but well made elven clothes. Roxie sat beside Boromir. "You look wonderful," he said kissing her. "Thank you," said Roxie, "Is there anything about to eat? I'm starving." "Food's coming I think," said Aragorn, "When everyone's here." "Where are the others?" asked Mimi. "Merry, Pippin and Sam are still changing and Frodo and Legolas are with Galadriel," said Gimli. "Galadriel? Why?" asked Mimi. "She wanted to speak to Frodo but she wanted as elven translator present. The Lady of the Light rarely speaks in the common tongue of men, it is below her," said Aragorn. "That's a bit pompous isn't it? Considering that Frodo is the Ring Bearer and all," said Roxie. "Galadriel makes her own rules here and we shall abide by them as long as we are her guests," said Aragorn settling down on one of the large cushions that littered the floor. "But I don't understand why she wanted Legolas there. All the elves I've spoken to speak Westron and Frodo isn't bad at elvish," said Mimi. "The servant who came for Frodo said Galadriel felt it better to have someone he trusted translating rather than being surrounded by people he didn't know," said Boromir. Merry, Pippin and Sam tumbled into the glade. "Hey, check these out," said Pippin spinning round and showing off his clothes, "Hobbit sized and everything." "You look very grand Pip," said Roxie warmly. "I'm dying of hunger," said Merry, "Legolas and Frodo better get here soon." As if on cue they entered the glade. Frodo was in new clothes, similar to those worn by the other hobbits but Legolas looked completely different. Forsaking his grey doublet and mud stained boots and trousers, he now wore a white shirt with a tunic into which Mimi could have sworn Mithril was woven and plain black boots and trousers. His hair flowed freely about his shoulders, without a plait in sight. "Whoa!" said Mimi under her breath. He ran over to her and took her hands, "Miranda. Darling you look beautiful!" "Me? Look at you!" she cried. "Someone get me a bucket," said Boromir burying his head in Roxie's lap. "Hey boy! Don't hughie on my dress okay?" said Roxie pushing him back. "Ah you love it," said Boromir seemingly relaxing for the first time since the quest began.
The elven servants brought food and wine and they ate ravenously. At the end of the feast, Aragorn raised a toast to Gandalf's memory and the Fellowship echoed him fondly. Boromir walked away, his arms tight around Roxie's waist. Sweet singing filled the glade. "What is it?" asked Sam. "A lament for Gandalf," said Legolas. "What do they say about him?" asked Merry. "I do not have the heart to tell you," said Legolas softly, "For me the grief is still to near." Nearly as soon as it had started, the song ended. "Oh that was so beautiful," said Mimi as Legolas lay beside her with his head on her knees. "The elven voice is always beautiful," said Aragorn puffing thoughtfully on his pipe, "It is one of their many charms." "Can you sing Legolas?" asked Frodo. "Very poorly," said Legolas shyly. "Don't talk rubbish!" exclaimed Aragorn, "I have heard you sing many a time and I've never heard you hit an ill note." "Would you sing for us Legolas?" pleaded Sam. "What can I sing at such a time?" asked Legolas trying to escape the task. "I know the very song. Do you remember the tale of Nimrodel my friend?" asked Aragorn. "Not well." "What? Forgotten the words? And yet we sang it every day when we were boys, well when I was anyway," said Aragorn. Legolas sat up and shook his head in absolute defeat, "Okay, okay, I shall try;
"An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day;
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
"A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair,
As sun upon the golden boughs,
In Lorien the fair.
"Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light,
As leaf in Linden-Tree.
"Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell,
Into the shining pool.
"Where now she wonders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel,
And in the mountains strayed...
...I forget the rest," he said casting his eyes to the floor. Mimi came back to reality from her dream as his song ended. "Told you he could sing," said Aragorn. He got to his feet, "Time for hobbits to be in bed." "What are we, children?" retorted Merry. "No, guardians of the Ring Bearer and therefore you need to rest," Aragorn ushered out the hobbits and then turned, "Dwarfs too." "No-one tells a dwarf..." "Gimli!" said Aragorn raising an eyebrow, "Bed." Gimli took the hint, "Ah yes, well I am tired. Master Elf, Lady Mimi, goodnight." "Goodnight Gimli," said Mimi after him as he left. "Well that's the most unsubtle way of leaving a couple alone," said Legolas getting to his feet. He offered Mimi his hand and she pulled herself up, "Not that I mind being alone with you Mellamin. Come with me, there's something I want to show you." He led her through the woods until they heard the crash of water. Walking into the clearing, Mimi looked upon the most beautiful waterfall she'd ever seen. "Nimrodel," said Legolas. "The waterfall from your song. Its amazing," said Mimi, "Oh Legolas this would be the perfect place for our wedding." "It would wouldn't it? As you wish darling, we shall be married here..." "Oh my Angel..." "...and now!" "Now?!" cried Mimi, "But how? We have no guests, no-one to perform the service." "We don't need them. All we need is you, me, the spirit of Lothlorien and the stars." "Legolas you can't be serious." "I'm serious Miranda, more serious than I've ever been in my whole life. I love you. I don't need some elven priest to tell me that. I want to make my own pledge to you with the heavens as my witnesses." Legolas' eyes shone with his desperation and Mimi knew he was serious. Mimi took his hands, "Then this is my pledge to you. I swear by the stars to love you forever, whatever comes between us. My heart, my body, my spirit I give only to you until the day I die. So is my promise to you." "And to you I give my heart for all eternity. My soul, my love, my immortality, all are your's. With the spirit of Lothlorien and my ancestors as my witnesses I am sworn to you and only you. So is my promise to you." He took the ring off his finger and placed it on the middle finger of Mimi's left hand. "Narya?! Legolas you cannot give me this," she said feeling tears of joy fill her eyes. "Yes I can for if it is upon your finger it has not left me for we are one, as are the two halves of Narya." He took the chain from around his neck and slipped the other half of the ring onto his wedding finger. Taking her left hand, he kissed her, sealing their pledge, "Sworn mine," he whispered as they parted. "Now and forever," said Mimi, "May it be."
When they returned to the city everyone was asleep. Hand in hand they silently climbed the steps to Legolas' room, high in the trees. His lips were hot on her neck as he kicked the door closed behind them. His hands slid up her back and onto the ribbon clasps of her dress. He pulled them loose and slipped it off her shoulders. "Legolas are you...?" He turned her to face him and placed a finger to her lips, "I have made you my wife," he said softly, "Now I want to make you my lover." Mimi didn't speak as he lifted her into his arms.
The warmth of the dawn filtering through the woods woke Legolas the next morning. His senses came to him and he became aware once more of the arms tight around his waist and the warm, slender body beside him. He brushed Mimi's hair back from her face and looked down on her as she slept. The memories of the night passed flooded back to him as he stared at her delicate serenity he loathed to break but he was compelled to speak, "In all my years and all I've seen, never have I seen anything as perfect as you," he whispered. Mimi stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Legolas kissed her. "I thought I was dreaming," she said sleepily, "But reality is all the better." Legolas lay his head on the pillow next to her and she rolled onto her side to face him. "How long have you been awake?" asked Mimi running her hand along his back and onto his shoulder. "Not long. Its only just dawn. The others won't be awake for hours." "Well then," said Mimi grabbing hold of the sheet that covered them, "We've got time to kill." Pulling the sheet over their heads the world around them disappeared.
Aragorn sat with the hobbits and Gimli in the glade. It was mid morning and they were all well revived having had the opportunity to sleep late. Once again the elven servants had brought them food better than could be expected of a king's banquet. "Galadriel has offered us boats to give us swift, safe passage down Anduin," said Aragorn, "It will make our journey easier, orcs don't like water." "She wishes a brief council with us before we leave, something about gifts," said Frodo. A rustling of leaves caught their attention. Legolas walked in, dressed in the same clothes as the night before. "Ah so you're finally up you skinny little...cocky, self-assured, hey, why are you so happy?" said Aragorn. "No reason," said Legolas blushing. "Where's Mimi? I thought you two were permanently attached at the lips!" said Aragorn laughing at his friend's embarrassed expression. "She's just changing," said Legolas quickly sitting down and masking his face with his hair. Aragorn noticed that Legolas was missing the ring he always wore on his right hand, "Legolas, where is your father's ring? Did you lose it in Moria?" "I gave it to Miranda," said Legolas finally raising his head, "As a symbol of my pledge to her. We were married last night." Astonished gasps echoed from all those present. "What?! How?!" cried Aragorn. "We went to Nimrodel and made our promises beneath the stars," said Legolas desperately trying to hide a contented smile. "How romantic!" exclaimed Sam. "Sentimental rubbish!" said Gimli, "A woman should be strong and willing to work. That skinny waif you have would be of no use in a mine." "My Miranda will never have to work in a mine so that requirement is obsolete." "Did I hear my name mentioned?" said Mimi entering the glade. She walked over to Legolas and sat beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I hear you two all but eloped last night," giggled Frodo. "So he told you then," said Mimi, "Yes I am now officially Mrs. Greenleaf." "And you're taking your honeymoon in Mordor, original!" said Merry. The sound of their laughter echoed happily through the trees above them. The group fell back into segregated conversation. Mimi lay back against Legolas' shoulder, "How are you feeling?" she whispered. "Fine. Why?" "The whole immortality thing. Do you feel any different?" "A little but not like I've lost something. I feel...I can't describe it...I..." "I think I know what you mean," said Mimi, "No regrets?" "Absolutely none. Its scary though, thinking that one day I'll look as old as Gimli," he said yawning, "I'm not going to survive the day." "What did you do to make you so tired?" said Mimi running her hand down his leg. "Oh I wonder!" said Legolas closing his eyes against her touch, "Amin mella lle Miranda." "Amin mella lle Angel." "Do you two ever stop?" asked Roxie, "I'm gonna have to invest in a bucket!" "A bucket? Why?" said Legolas pulling away from Mimi and looking quizzically at Roxie. Roxie laughed at his expression, "So that I can chuck cold water over you and then through up in it." "And I suppose you and Boromir haven't been off pashing it all this time?" said Mimi. "Believe me Mims, we've been doing far more than that," said Roxie, "Chat later. I'm starving!" "Did she mean what I think she meant?" said Legolas when she'd gone. "Uh-huh," said Mimi, "Looks like you and I aren't the only two who are going to be half asleep today."
They were soon summoned before Galadriel and Celeborn. The Fellowship had changed back into their travelling clothes and were ready to leave. "Travellers, friends," she said, "For each of you I have a special gift. Come forward Meriadoc Brandyback and Peregrin Took." The two hobbits knelt before her. "For you, elven blades crafted by my people. May they be your defence against the coming darkness." They took the swords and moved away, marveling at their gifts. "Boromir, son of Denethor, high steward of Gondor. I give to you this belt as a symbol of my realm. May it keep you from mortal darkness." She handed a belt of gold to him. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Samwise Gamgee. Aragorn, heir of Elendil, I give to you a sheath for your Anduril and also my grand-daughter, Arwen Evenstar, my blessing for your marriage. Samwise Gamgee, to you I give the soil of Lothlorien. If you return to your homeland and place it in the ground your garden shall be of great beauty." Sam nearly fainted at her gift. "Roxanne and Miranda, travellers from a distant realm of men, to you both I give the water of Nimrodel. Mark the head of your first daughter with this and she will grow in both grace and beauty." Mimi closed her eyes as she closed her hand around the tiny phial, and tried to imagine the face of her child. "Laiqalasse, dear nephew and Prince of Mirkwood," called Galadriel. Legolas knelt in front of her. "Your bow is worn and your quiver is dry so these we give to you," She handed him a new bow, beautifully crafted, and a quiver of the lightest arrows, "And unto you I place another gift, a prophecy. When you have lost all hope and your line is at its end there shall be one who comes to unite the kingdoms of Middle Earth. Do not seek it for it shall seek you out. So be the words of Galadriel." Legolas stepped back from the elven sorceress and returned to Mimi's side, his expression confused. "Gimli, son of Gloin, what would you ask of Galadriel?" she asked. The dwarf remained humble, "I would ask nothing of the Lady of the Wood, not now she has permitted me call her friend, I am unworthy of any more." "And yet you are worthy for not asking straight away. I know what it is your heart desires but I cannot grant it unless you ask for it." "Then all I ask is for a strand of your hair for it's gold is far more beautiful than anything my people can mine," said Gimli looking somewhere between fear and desire. Galadriel took a dagger from one of her guards and cut three strands of her hair. She lay them in the dwarfs palm, "Keep these for eternity and you and your descendents will be the richest of all the dwarvish tribes." She kissed his forehead softly and Gimli blushed behind his beard. "And now Frodo Baggins of the Shire, bearer of the One Ring. I give to you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star, Namarie. May it be a light for you when all other lights go out," She kissed him and whispered something over him in elvish. "Go forth now onto your quest. The enemy moves ever onwards. Our blessing and that of our kingdom goes with you," said Celeborn as the Fellowship headed down towards the boats. There were four moored on the banks of Anduin's tributary. Aragorn took the first with Sam and Frodo, Boromir the second with Roxie, Gimli the third with Merry and Pippin and finally Legolas and Miranda took the last. They set off, leaving the sanctuary of Lothlorien and pressing ever south to the darkness of Mordor. As the trees parted and they joined Anduin, Legolas began to sing in his own language,
"Ai laurie lantar lassi surinen,
Yeni unotimi ve ramar aldaron.
Yeni ve linte yuldar avanier
Mi oromardi lisse-miruvoreve
Andune pella, Vardo tellumar
Nu luini yassen tintilar I eleni
Omaryo airetari-lirinen.
"Si man I yulma nin enquantuva?"
Without knowing how or why, Mimi sang with him:
"An si Tintalle Varda Oiolasseo
ve fanyar maryat Elentari ortane
ar ilye tier undulave lumbule,
ar sindarvoriello caita mornie
I fulmalinner imbe met, ur hisie
Untipa Calaciryo miri oiale
Si vanwa na, Romello vanwa, Valimar.
"Namarie. Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva. Namarie."
"I just spoke elvish," said Mimi astounded. "I kinda noticed that Mellamin," said Legolas not elaborating. "But how? I only know a few phrases...oh I get it, sleeping with a magical being gives you more than you bargained for." "If only we had that power," said Legolas with an amused smile, "'Tis merely the magic of Lothlorien, all who enter become fluent in elvish, even those who live there cannot explain why." Mimi lay down and rested her head on his knees, staring up at the sky as he steered the tiny boat along the river. "Sleep if you can Miranda," he said, "We have a long journey to make." She kissed his thigh softly. "Hey Mellamin, we're in the open!" he said trying not to laugh. Mimi giggled, "You should be so lucky! I'll see you in a while," She closed her eyes. Legolas' lips lingered for a moment on her temple and then his song once again caught the air as Mimi fell into her dreams.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
Days passed and they had several unexpected adventures along the river. Mimi was rudely awakened as the boat hit land. She opened her eyes and sat up, "Where are we?" she asked. "Amon Hen," said Legolas. "We rest here until dark," said Aragorn, "Then we head for the eastern shore, hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the North." "Only really..." Gimli began. Mimi chose not to listen. She followed Legolas as he looked around. She tapped his shoulder lightly and he jumped. "Whoa! Angel its me!" said Mimi as he span round to face her, his hand flying to the dagger that hung by his leg. He relaxed, "You scared me," he admitted releasing the dagger's hilt. "Why are you so jumpy?" asked Mimi, "Are you getting one of those elvish prediction thingys?" "I'm not sure. I just can't shake this feeling that something bad's going to happen. I need to talk to Aragorn," he said walking away. Mimi settled down on a tree stump and took off her cape, quiver and bow. She could hear Gimli still grumbling loudly but she paid him no mind. It was Merry's voice that caught her attention, "Hey where's Frodo?" he said. Mimi glanced around and could not see the little hobbit anywhere. "Boromir said he was going to look for him," said Roxie. Aragorn turned to Legolas, a look of fear passing over his rugged features, "A shadow and a threat?" he said to the elf. Legolas nodded. "Stay with them. Gimli, Miranda on your guard," said Aragorn, "I'm going to look for them." Mimi didn't like the way he spoke. She got up and walked over to Legolas, "What did Aragorn mean by a shadow and a threat?" she asked. Legolas led her out of earshot of the rest of the group, "For a while I have felt a shadow in my mind telling me danger was among us," said Legolas his voice hushed, "At first I thought it was simply the evil of the Ring trying to take my mind to it's will but now I see it may have taken another." "Boromir?" asked Mimi matching his tones. "Yes, I remember at the council of Lord Elrond in Rivendell, Boromir greatly desired the Ring. He saw it as a weapon that could be used against Mordor. Even after Aragorn and Elrond told him time and time again that he could not wield it. I don't think he fully comprehends it's power." Mimi sat down as her head clouded at the thought of Boromir betraying them all, "Galadriel was right," she said as Legolas sat beside her and took her hand, "She said the quest stood on the edge of a knife and that hope only remained if the company was true but if Boromir is doing what you think then the Fellowship has failed and we have no hope." Legolas stroked the back of her hand with a fingertip, "Hope remains as long as the company is true," he said quoting his aunt, "So if you and I stay true to eachother, to Aragorn, to Gimli, the hobbits and Roxie, there is still hope. Keep believing Mellamin, Boromir has not yet fallen to the power of the Ring." Miranda wrapped her arms around his waist and lay against his chest, "I'm frightened Legolas," she said softly, "So very, very frightened." "We all are Miranda," he said, "But all will be well, I will see that it is so for you." He kissed her hair. "Legolas!" said Merry. "What?" said Legolas releasing Miranda and getting to his feet. "I thought I saw something move up ahead," said Merry pointing into the wood, "It was huge." Legolas peered into the forest, his eyes shone fiercely as he glimpsed something in the distance, "Yrch!" he hissed. Mimi didn't understand the word but she was convinced it was some elven obscenity. "Get up all of you," he said. "Its probably just an animal Legolas," said Mimi not moving. "Don't argue with me Miranda! Get to your feet!" Frightened by his change from husband to leader, she obeyed. "Get away from the camp and try to find the others. We must find Frodo." Mimi picked up her bow and quiver. Legolas came back over to her. Before she knew what he was doing, he pulled her hard against him and kissed her with more passion then Mimi ever dreamed possible, "Whatever happens," he said, "Always remember that I love you." He released her and moved to the head of the group, "We fight for Middle Earth," he said arming his bow, "ELBERETH GILTHONIEL!"
Running through the dense woodland Mimi had no idea what they were going to encounter. The hobbits broke away, searching for Frodo, leaving only four to face the foe they pursued. As they came upon a great ruin, Mimi heard terrible, foreign war cries but in the midst came a familiar call of, "ELENDIL!" A mass of tall black creatures, vaguely resembling the orcs they'd faced in Moria, swarmed the area but there, fighting bravely as ever, was Aragorn. Legolas sprang into the fray, his deadly aim felling several of the orc army before they even realised his presence. Even Roxie, who had previously never used the sword that hung at her side, fought hard against them. The orcs fell fast but more and more kept coming. As the battle raged the sound of a horn carried loud upon the wind. "The Horn of Gondor!" cried Legolas. "Boromir!" said Aragorn. They ran towards the sound but, as they did, an unseen orc took Mimi by surprise. She screamed as it's blade hit her side hard. Roxie fought the creature back as her friend fell. Alerted by the distinctly female screams, Legolas span round and shot the orc dead with pinpoint accuracy. Roxie cradled Mimi's suddenly frail body, "Oh God no!" she said tears rolling down her cheeks. Aragorn went on to Boromir's aid as Gimli and Legolas came to Mimi's side. Legolas fell to his knees next to her and pressed his hand to the cut on her side. She flinched, "I'm alright Legolas!" she said. "No you're not. Oh Miranda this is all my fault," said Legolas frantically trying to stop the bleeding. Mimi hit his hand away, "I'll be alright. Boromir needs you, Frodo needs you." "I can't leave you Miranda." "Yes you can. You made a promise back in Rivendell to protect the Ring Bearer. The future of Middle Earth depends on you. I do not matter." Legolas looked torn, "But I love you," he said, his eyes filling with tears. Mimi reached her hand up to his cheek, "I know baby. Now go, Aragorn needs you." "I'll take care of her Legolas," promised Roxie. He smiled weakly and then leant down and kissed Mimi softly, "I'll be back for you Mellamin, don't go anywhere!" Mimi had to choke back a laugh for fear of making the pain in her side worse, "I'll try not to," she said. "Come along Legolas," said Gimli. Legolas let go of Mimi's hand and ran into the woods, not once looking back knowing if he did he'd never be able to leave her. They ran full tilt to where they had last heard the Horn of Gondor. The scene that met them was of utter devastation. Uruk-hai bodies lay everywhere but in the midst of them lay their comrades. Boromir's body was riddled with arrows and he was fighting desperately for his life as Aragorn cradled him. Legolas could hear their hushed words and they made his heart ache. He looked on, helpless, as Boromir passed away, clutching his sword proudly to his chest. "Be at peace, son of Gondor," said Aragorn kissing his friend's forehead in farewell. Legolas' tears broke loose as he heard Aragorn choke back a desperate sob. He walked over and lay a light hand on his shoulder. Aragorn reached up and took it, his grimy black hand enveloping Legolas' slender white fingers. "There was nothing you could do Aragorn," he said softly, "Even Elrond's magic could not have healed him." "He died trying to save Merry and Pippin but his life was taken in vain for they are gone. I was too slow to save him." Legolas turned Aragorn to face him and hugged him tightly, "You did all you could my friend," he said as Aragorn clung mercilessly onto the elf's doublet, "It was his time, you could not have prevented it." Pulling back, Legolas knelt beside Boromir's body and gently removed the arrows from his chest. He snapped them in two and pushed the heads firmly into the ground beside the place Boromir fell. Staggering under the weight, Legolas lifted Boromir onto his shoulders. "He died a hero," said Gimli, "Yet I do not think that will bring much comfort to young Roxanne." "Where are they?" asked Aragorn regaining his composure. "Still be the ruins. Miranda is injured, I promised not to leave her for long," said Legolas struggling with the load he carried. Aragorn took Boromir from Legolas and cradled him as he would a child. They walked back to the ruins. Mimi lay on the floor, a makeshift bandage around her side. She reached her arms out to Legolas as she saw him but then pulled back as she saw Aragorn with Boromir. He lay him gently on the floor and Mimi realised he was dead. She felt Roxie tense beside her and then shake as she started to cry. She ran over to Boromir and threw herself down beside him, crying into his chest, "No Boromir!" she cried, "Please wake up! Please wake up! The orcs are gone now, you're safe. Boromir?! Boromir!" Aragorn knelt beside her and hugged her tightly. He said nothing. Mimi felt tears welling in her eyes. She pushed up to her feet, clutching her side tightly and walked over to Legolas, desperate for him to hold her and make the world disappear.
They gave Boromir a brief funeral. His body they gave to Anduin along with the symbols of his family and his honour. As the small boat disappeared over the great falls of Rauros, Legolas hurried another boat into the water, "Hurry. Frodo and Sam have reached the Eastern shore..." he stopped realising that no- one was following. He turned to Aragorn, "You mean not to follow?" "Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands, we can do no more for him. Miranda needs your aid now. Perform your magic for her Legolas, it can do no more for the hobbits." Legolas knelt beside Mimi and made her the same potion as he had made Roxie. Her injury slowly faded and disappeared. She fastened her shirt and jacket and got to her feet, "We should go after them," she said siding with Legolas. "No. I let Frodo go," said Aragorn. "Then it has all been in vain," said Gimli, "The Fellowship has failed." "Not if we remain true to eachother," said Aragorn, "We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death, not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind, we travel light. Let us hunt some orc!" Catching up their weapons and anything they could not do without, the remainder of the Fellowship of the Ring followed their captain back into the woods.
Their journey was long and hard and they fought many battles but their determination never faltered. Whenever hope seemed lost they had but to remind themselves of who they fought for. For Gandalf, their teacher, the man who saved Middle Earth from instant darkness by entrusting the Ring to Frodo to keep it from the Nazgul. For Boromir, their fallen brother, and for Merry and Pippin who could still yet be found if they did not give up. They pushed hard through Rohan and Isengard, leading great armies of men and their efforts were met with great rewards. Gandalf was returned to them by a magic that even Legolas couldn't comprehend and Merry and Pippin were found alive and unharmed as door wardens at Isengard. Aragorn kept his promise to Boromir, he did not allow the White City of Gondor fall. Accepting his title of king, he led his army against the evils of Mordor. It was a bloody devastating battle and many fell. Uniting all who would join him, Aragorn led his men to Mount Doom. There an almost complete Fellowship joined with Frodo and Sam once more. Acting once again as Frodo's bodyguards, the Fellowship followed him into the very fires of Gorgoroth. Legolas and Mimi proved a formidable force alongside the united skills of Roxie, Aragorn and Gimli as they fought against Sauron's dark forces and forged a path to where the Ring could be destroyed. Finally, standing on a platform high above the raging fires, Frodo was able to cast the One Ring, the Ash Nazg, into the fire where it was forged. A great white light blinded them and screams from Sauron's forces filled the air. As the air cleared the fire within the mountain died down and they ventured back outside. Sauron the Deceiver, Elves bain, lay dead on a plateau over looking Mordor and his army of orcs lay motionless. The human and elven army of the free peoples of Middle Earth cheered as their heroes emerged. No-one had words to describe their feelings at that moment but finally Gandalf, laying his hand on the young hobbit's shoulder, spoke, "Well done Frodo," he said, "Well done."
CHAPTER TWELVE.
They were brought back to Gondor in great festivities. Parties ran for many days after the fall of Mordor but the Fellowship, glad to be finally reunited after their time apart, remained within the white tower of Ecthelian. Gathered in the main hall, they sat at a great banquet. "So what's this in aid of Your Majesty?" asked Legolas. "Do I need an excuse to have a party?" said Aragorn, "I just like us all being together but I do also have an announcement. Tomorrow we leave for Rivendell, I'm going to see Arwen." "Well if you plan to go to Rivendell I invite you all to Mirkwood afterwards, its about time my Father met the famous Fellowship," said Legolas. "At least the journey back will be easier than the journey coming," said Roxie, "Its nearly a year since I last saw Rivendell." "Lord Elrond won't be happy if I go back," said Mimi. "But situations have changed," said Aragorn, "When we left you weren't Legolas' wife." Mimi glanced across the table at Legolas and smiled, "No, I guess things have changed." "Get a room you guys," cried Merry as Legolas blew a kiss across the table at Mimi. "You're just jealous," said Pippin. "No I'm not!" huffed Merry, "I just don't like all that mushy stuff." "Does it really matter?" said Frodo. "Not in the scheme of things," said Gandalf blowing smoke rings from his pipe, "We may yet see your Uncle Bilbo when we return to Rivendell and he may write your story in that book of his." "I hope so. I've missed him but there's every chance he may have died." "Let us not think of it," said Gandalf. The rest of the banquet passed in trivial conversation.
Mimi yawned and stretched, "Well I'm gonna get an early night. Sweet dreams everyone." She walked round the table and leant down to kiss Legolas' cheek, "Goodnight Angel," she said. She let her hair fall to hide their faces, "I'll be waiting," she whispered. She pulled away and left the room. Legolas fidgeted in silence as he tried to think up a plausible excuse to leave. Finally he simply tried a fake yawn, "Well I'm exhausted," he said getting to his feet, "See you in the morning." He began to walk away. As his hand was on the catch of the door Aragorn called out to him, "Legolas! Give Mimi our love," he said with a sly wink, "And make your exit a bit less obvious next time." Legolas blushed as he left the room, closing the door to the laughs that echoed from the table.
"You took your time!" said Mimi as Legolas came into the room. She stood by the fireplace in a white silken robe, her chestnut hair in ringlets about her shoulders. Legolas walked over and took her into his arms. The firelight danced on his hair, making it seem red rather than blond. "I've missed you," he said kissing her, "It seems like we've had less time together since we defeated Sauron than we did when we were travelling." "All these parties are more stressful than any battle," said Mimi, unfastening his shirt and throwing onto a nearby chair. She reached up and pulled the tie out of his hair, letting it's red gold run over her hand, "There's my Legolas," she said laying her head on his chest. He took the tie from her and cast it into the fire, "And here he shall stay," he said hugging her tightly. "Your father won't be happy." "I don't care! He has no choice but to accept my decision. Once we've seen him you and I can go off somewhere. We could live here, in the Shire, in Mordor if you wish it." Mimi laughed, "Mordor?! Oh how terribly romantic!" "So you want romance? What do you want me to do? Sing? Perhaps one of those dreadful elven poems I know would please my fair lady? Or would you rather I whisk you off and carry you into the mountains and...?" "Just shut up and kiss me Legolas!" said Mimi capturing his lips.
After barely an hour's sleep, Mimi was not best pleased when Aragorn knocked on the door the next morning. "Mimi! Two hours until we leave okay?" "Yes, yes. We'll meet you in the courtyard," she called back. Legolas stirred beside her. She stroked his hair, sending him back to sleep. She kissed his shoulder, "I'll wake you in an hour," she whispered. Climbing out of bed, she pulled on her robe and sat down opposite the mirror. She ran a brush through her hair and stared at her reflection. "Come back to bed Miranda," murmured Legolas, his voice muffled by the pillow. "I thought you were asleep," said Mimi turning to face him. "I was until dear Aragorn nearly hammered the door down." He reached out to her, still not facing her. She walked over and took it. Before she knew it she was dragged down onto the bed, "Legolas!" she cried as she tumbled down amongst the pillows. He pulled her on top of him, "Now Miranda darling," he said running a finger down her back, "What are you doing wearing that?" His hand slid onto the tie at her side and he slowly undid it. "I wonder what you're after!" said Mimi slipping onto the bed. He pushed the robe off her shoulder, "You're so beautiful," he said running delicate kisses across her neck. He tilted his face to her's and she kissed him. Wrapping the blankets tightly around her they lost all track of time.
"This is officially the most disorganised group in history!" cried Aragorn, "I told Mimi two hours and I know she heard me." "Aragorn, she's with Legolas," said Roxie, "Its kinda obvious what they're up to." "But they've been in that room for over twelve hours and then some!" "Well obviously elves have some staying power!" giggled Roxie. "Do you want me to go and get them?" asked Pippin. "Erm...I don't think that's a good idea Pip," said Aragorn, "They might be in quite a compromising position." Pippin blushed, "Well...yeah...I suppose." "Oh Pip you're so sweet," said Roxie kissing his cheek and hugging his shoulders. Pippin only succeeded in blushing even deeper. "I'll fetch them," said Roxie, "Mimi's pretty calm tempered." "How about just knocking on the door?" said Frodo. Realisation dawned across Roxie's face, "Oh yeah. You've got a cunning little brain for such a small thing." "I'll choose to take that as a compliment," said Frodo. "It was meant as one," said Roxie leaving the courtyard.
"Oh my God. Legolas we are so well and truly dead," cried Mimi pulling her doublet on over her travelling clothes. Legolas was frantically stuffing half their wardrobe into a bag, "Well Aragorn should have given us more warning," he muttered. "He gave us two hours!" said Mimi. "Mimi come along!" cried Roxie through the door. "We're nearly ready," called Mimi, "Tell Aragorn we'll be there in a minute." "He's spitting fire out here. He's anxious to get moving." "Okay, okay, we're coming," said Legolas, "Have you got everything Miranda?" Mimi glanced around the room, "I think so...wait, no, I haven't..." She walked over to the dresser and picked up the phial Galadriel had given her, "You never know when we might need something like this and judging by your behaviour last night...oh and this morning, we'll be needing it sooner rather than later." "Now that would be an adventure," said Legolas taking her hand as they left the room.
"Maybe next time you two will keep your night-time activities to the night!" said Aragorn as they descended into the courtyard. "I have no doubt we'll be waiting the entire day for you and Arwen when we leave Rivendell," said Legolas fastening his bag onto a beautiful white horse. He patted his side fondly, "Hey boy! So you made it then." "Is he your horse?" asked Mimi stroking the horse's nose. He nuzzled into her. "He's usually wild," said Legolas, "But I saw him the other day and spoke to him. He agreed to be our mount." "Have you named him?" asked Mimi. "I thought you could do that," said Legolas. "Okay," said Mimi, "What do I call a beautiful horse like you? Hero?... no you don't like that do you? Hmm...horse names? I know, I'll use one from one of my own stories. You shall be called Descaminord." The horse whinnied in delight and Mimi knew she had chosen well. "Perhaps I should introduce our new Descaminord to our other mounts. This is Hasufel," said Aragorn patting the horse next to him, "Gandalf's ride is the famous Shadowfax, Gimli's Arod, and Roxie's Loci... oh and that old nag over there is called Legolas!" "Very funny Aragorn. You should have been a jester rather than a king," said Legolas helping Mimi onto Descaminord's back. "Oh Legolas its just a bit of horse play," said Roxie. Mimi groaned, "Roxanne that is the most dreadful pun I've ever heard." "What side of whose bed did you get up on this morning? You're suffering from lack of sleep girl," said Roxie climbing onto Loci. Mimi stuck her tongue out at her. "How wonderfully juvenile," said Gandalf, "Come along Frodo." He pulled the little hobbit in front of him on the horse. Sam climbed onto Hasufel and Merry onto Arod. "Where am I meant to go?" whined Pippin. Merry shot him a mischievous glance and smiled wickedly, "With Roxie!" "Oh," said Pippin looking sheepishly at Roxie. She offered him her hand, "C'mon Pip, up you get." He took her hand tentatively and let her lift him onto Loci. She wrapped her arms around his waist and took the reins. Pippin's eyes were wide with fear and delight. "Comfy?" asked Roxie. Pippin didn't answer as he stared into space. "Pippin?" "What? Oh yes I'm perfectly fine." "Good," said Roxie kissing his cheek, "Wouldn't want you to fall off." Merry laughed, "Well that's a matter of opinion." "Merry that's not fair!" said Sam. "Just a bit of fun Sam. I don't mean it," said Merry looking hurt. "Hey, hey, hey no fighting!" said Aragorn, "Let's get moving. Legolas get on your horse unless you plan to run at a gallop." Legolas climbed up behind Mimi. They followed Aragorn out of the palace gates.
The streets were littered with the remnants of the party the night before. "Looks like it was a good night," said Roxie. "Shame we didn't go," said Mimi. Legolas tapped her arm, "Aren't I good enough entertainment?" "What do you think?" said Mimi laying back against him and running her hand along his leg. Leaving the city gates, Aragorn turned briefly and looked up at the white tower of Ecthelian, "I wish Boromir had lived to see it again," he said. Legolas drew Descaminord beside him and lay a hand on his shoulder, "Do not dwell on regrets my friend. He would not have wanted you to." "No I suppose he wouldn't," said Aragorn turning and hugging the elven prince, "Thanks for sticking around Legolas. I'm gonna miss not having you about when you go back to Mirkwood." "Hey don't get all sentimental on me. We're not going away for a while." They rode side by side, "Do you and Mimi intend to go to the havens?" "Havens?" asked Mimi. "All of the elves are leaving mainland Middle Earth," said Legolas, "We cannot live with advances of men, we fear change." "So you're just leaving?!" cried Mimi, "Can you come back?" "Once we are there we are bound to the land. To return would be to lose our immortality," said Legolas, "If we went we would both become immortals and we couldn't return without age catching us." "Sounds heavy...but I shall follow you wherever you go," said Mimi noticeably unwilling to leave the mainland. "Then we shall go to the court of Aragorn in Gondor. For I have no intention of leaving the mainland. I'm mortal and leaving such a group of friends would prove too hard," said Legolas as he felt Mimi relax, "That is, of course, if the great king will have us?" "Always little Greenleaf," said Aragorn.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
The road to Rivendell took a month. The journey was easier than their travels from the elven citadel but they were still armed, it was a habit not easily dropped. They were met at the gates of Rivendell by Elrond, Arwen and a select company of elves. Not caring for the traditions or decorum that would befit a king, Aragorn leapt from Hasufel's back and ran to Arwen, gathering her up in his arms. "Oh my love!" she cried, "I'm so glad you're alright. I've prayed everyday for your return." Aragorn kissed her, tears stinging his eyes as she clung to him, "I've missed you so much," he said hugging her tightly. Arwen ran a finger along the pendant that hung around his neck, "You kept it on all the quest?" she asked. "Never once did I take it off. It has brought me much luck and comfort." Aragorn pulled away from her and walked over to Elrond. He bowed low, "Lord Elrond." "Your Majesty," said Elrond, "I know the question your heart desires my answer to and we shall discuss it in due course but first, welcome. Your stay here has been long awaited. You shall be our final guests here before we leave for the havens." Turning from Aragorn, Elrond welcomed each guest in turn, praising them for their bravery against Mordor. When he reached Roxie and Mimi, he stopped. His look was icier than that of Sarumon. Roxanne gulped and then scurried behind Gandalf, "He's so gonna yell, I know he is." Mimi dropped into a dignified curtsy, "Lord Elrond? I return having fulfilled my part in the quest." Her voice quivered with fear. "Miranda. Your name has been much praised by travellers who have stopped for shelter here. There is one in particular who has told me of your deeds in Moria." Mimi looked up, confused, "Indeed my Lord? Who?" Elrond stood aside and, from behind two guards, came the Lady Galadriel, "Tiro! El eria e mor," she said. Mimi whispered the translation in Westron, desperately trying to remember the rituals Legolas had taught her, "Look! A star rises out of the darkness." She caught the Lady's bright blue eyes and breathed deeply. Mimi spoke, "O mor henion idhu." "From darkness I understand the night," said Elrond translating her words in amazement. Galadriel turned to him, "What I told you was true. Not only has this child proven herself as a great warrior and a true companion, she has also learnt the elven ways. She has earned your acceptance." "To learn two lines of elvish is not to know our ways," retorted Elrond, "If she wants my acceptance, let her speak the elven prophecy for it is the oldest of all our traditions." "Very well. Miranda?" said Galadriel. Mimi glanced helplessly at Legolas. "It's the one I taught you yesterday," he said quietly, "You can do it, go on. I believe in you." Mimi took a deep breath and tried to recall what he had taught her, "The Seer speaks," she said, "Yenillor morne tulinte I quettar tercano nurvua. Hlasta! Qyetes Hfirimain!" Elrond stood gawping as Mimi spoke the incantation perfectly. "She has been well taught," said Galadriel, "Close your mouth Elrond, it is not becoming." "But...who taught you?" stuttered Elrond, "It would take so much devotion, love and will to teach a foreign mortal such things." Legolas coughed for attention, "That responsibility fell to me Elrond," he said coming to Mimi's side, "With the help of the magic of Lothlorien, I have taught her all I know and she has proved to be a very apt and willing pupil. Besides, to teach her was my duty as he husband." Elrond's amazement rose to a knew level, "Her husband? Did you know of this?" he said turning to Galadriel. "I heard it whispered on the air. Their union was of a peculiar kind but still as sacred as any elven wedding. They were sworn to eachother by the falls of Nimrodel with the spirit of Lothlorien as their witness." "How romantic," cried Arwen, "I can't believe you two got married." "We're in love," said Legolas, "It just seemed the right thing to do." "But, if you are married," said Elrond, "That would make Miranda a princess of Mirkwood." "And therefore worthy of your respect." "All I ask is that you give me a second chance," said Mimi, "I have changed." Legolas slipped his hand into her's, "Please Elrond," he said, "Miranda has proven herself more than worthy of your respect." Elrond took her hand from Legolas and kissed the back of it, "Then let her enter freely for she has my blessing and my approval." Mimi's eyes were bright with tears, "Thank you so much. You don't know what this means to me." "Father, isn't there something else you wanted to ask Mimi? You promised," said Arwen. Elrond sighed dramatically, "Very well, if it pleases you child. Mimi will you and Roxie dance for us again?" "Dance? For you? But you hate our dancing!" cried Roxie. "You wanted me thrown out of Rivendell last time. I nearly..." Mimi trailed off, not wanting to publicly admit her attempted suicide. Legolas' arms crossed about her waist as he sensed the hurt she felt, "But something good came of it," he said, "If you hadn't needed a shoulder to cry on we may never have admitted our feelings. Dance my Miranda, dance as you did when we first fell in love." Mimi turned to him, "Are you sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable." "Of course I'm sure," said Legolas running a fingertip along the ring on her finger, "I know you're mine this time." "Okay. I'll dance. Roxie?" Roxie pirouetted and came to Mimi's side, "You betcha ass I'm dancing!" "Arwen?" She looked at Elrond, her eyes pleading. "If you must," he said. "Fantastic! I've kept our costumes from the last time and I remember all the dances perfectly. Come on, this will be a night to remember." She took Mimi and Roxie's hands and dragged them into the building. "Your rooms are ready and prepared. You may wish to relax before dinner. I shall send servants to collect you. Aragorn a word. The rest of you, until this evening," said Elrond. The others went to their rooms as Aragorn remained in silence. Elrond turned to him, "Follow me." Aragorn followed him into Rivendell and into the room dedicated to the battle Elrond himself had fought against Mordor. "You are King of Gondor Aragorn," Elrond began, "As was Isildur, your ancestor and the man who allowed the Ring to remain in being. He is responsible for all the suffering this world has endured since that time." "His actions are not my fault," said Aragorn fearing the path that Elrond was taking. "But yet you are of his blood and vulnerable to the same weakness." "I helped Frodo destroy the Ring. I went into the very fires of Mount Doom with him. I have proven that weakness is not part of me." "You ask for my daughter's hand, the only one of my children who truly reminds me of my wife. I know you will not leave Gondor and I must go to the havens. You see my position Aragorn, to part with her to anyone, especially a mortal, I have to be sure." Aragorn turned away and ran his hand along the silk which the shards of Narsil once lay upon before they were reforged as Anduril, "I love her Elrond and I will not fail her. This quest I fought for Arwen, not for honour, not for my people, not for Middle Earth. She was my drive, my courage, to take her away with you over the sea would destroy me. You once looked upon me as your son, treated me with the same kindness you gave to your own children, why take it from me now? You know Arwen's feelings for me too. You would break her heart to separate us. Please, I beg you, give her to me, make her mine and I swear she will never know suffering again." "I know your feelings for her Aragorn and I know her's for you so, in light of that, despite my misgivings, I grant my consent to your marriage." "But Elrond..." Aragorn began but then realisation dawned across his face, "You will let us marry?" "That's what I said. I know you will take care of her for me. I shall announce our engagement at dinner tonight." Aragorn looked close to tears, a million emotions dancing in his mind, "Thank you, thank you so much. I have to find Arwen and Legolas! You won't regret this Elrond, I promise." He hugged the elven lord and then ran into the corridors of Rivendell, in search of his friends.
Roxie twirled in front of the mirror in her dance clothes, "I never thought I'd be wearing these again," she admitted running her hand along her sequined top. "You look great huney. Like we did in the old days," said Mimi, her long legs wrapped in the sheer elven silk that made her dance trousers, "I hope I can still do it." Roxie kicked her leg to her head and fell into the splits, "Well I've still got. C'mon Mimi give it a try." Mimi scrambled off the bed and joined her on the floor, "Hey, its still alive and kicking. We'd better get practicing, we need to excite, tease and torment tonight." Arwen joined them, her beautiful long hair tied up in an elaborate style, and they began to practice.
Legolas was nearly sent flying as Aragorn rounded the corner and ran straight into him. "Whoa! Why the rush?" he asked as he recovered himself. "Legolas! I was just looking for you." "Well you've found me and in the most painful way possible. How did it go with Elrond?" "You'll never guess! Elrond has agreed to Arwen's marriage. He gives his blessing to our betrothal!" cried Aragorn. "What?! That's great. I'm so happy for you my friend," said Legolas hugging him, "Does Arwen know?" "Not yet. I'm just going to see her." "Huh! I hope you have more luck than I've had. I've just been turfed out of my own bedroom! They're trying on their costumes for tonight, strictly no men allowed, so I'm retreating to see the hobbits," said Legolas. "Come with me please! I'm going to be screaming the place down and don't try to tell me you mind spending a few moments in Mimi's company," said Aragorn a familiar look passing over his features. "I suppose so. It would be nice to spend a little time with her, if I had my way I'd never leave her side," said Legolas his eyes dreaming. "I've never seen you as happy as you are when you're with her my friend. I'm so pleased you found her," said Aragorn. "So am I. I've always been so alone, just me and my stupid songs. It wasn't till I saw Miranda that I realised how lonely I was." "I have to admit I was shocked when you first told me you liked her," admitted Aragorn as they started walking, "You'd only known her a couple of days and you'd always seemed so disinterested by love. It was strange to see your face when you heard her sing, I thought you were going to faint." Legolas laughed, "I nearly did! She was so wonderful and she made me feel needed. She wanted someone to love her and I was willing, she's so very special, the second I saw her I fell in love with her." "I know what you mean, it was the same with Arwen. What was I, seventeen, eighteen when I found Rivendell?" "Seventeen, we celebrated your coming of age two months later. That's when we both got really drunk and got a total telling off from Elrond for disturbing the peace!" laughed Legolas. "Yes I remember. Elrond took me in from the cold and made me part of the family but I found my comfort with Arwen. The second she walked into my room to wake me the next morning I fell in love with her and I've never stopped." They reached Miranda's door, "We are both blessed my friend," said Legolas, "With sweet angels who..." A piercing screech from the room silenced him, "Fucking Hell! Stupid, fucking useless bastard of a dance!" came Mimi's voice from inside the room. "Oh Mimi you pratt. Get up, you look like a right fool," cried Roxie. Aragorn tapped reluctantly on the door. "If you're tall, dark and look like Brad Pitt come in," called Mimi, "But if not, fuck off!" "Well I'm tall and dark," said Aragorn shrugging his shoulders, "And I have no idea who or what a 'Brad Pitt' is!" He opened the door and walked inside. Legolas followed behind. "Hey girls, the strippers have arrived!" cried Roxie. "And they're not bad looking either!" said Mimi, "Come on boys get your kit off or you can leave! I told you no boys allowed!" "Well firstly we are not taking our clothes off for a bunch of screech owls, secondly we are not boys, and thirdly Aragorn has an announcement," said Legolas. Aragorn walked over to Arwen and took her hands. She smiled up at him. "Arwen I've just been talking to your father," he said his voice low and his face serious. Arwen's smile faded, "And...?" "And you'd better enjoy your last few days as a single girl," he said a smile creeping onto his face, "Because we're getting married!" "What?!" cried Arwen, "I..." Before she finished speaking she was in Aragorn's arms, kissing him. "I can't believe Elrond agreed to their marriage," said Roxie, "From what Arwen said he was totally against it." "He was," said Legolas, "But I don't think he could bear the thought of breaking her heart." "Mimi you don't mind if I disappear for a while do you?" said Arwen disengaging herself from Aragorn, "Its just that I need to see Father and..." "Its not a problem sweetie," said Mimi, "The two of you should spend the evening together. We'll dance tomorrow night." "Thanks Mimi," said Aragorn as they walked to the door, "See you later." They left. Roxie huffed down on the bed. "Are you alright Rox?" asked Legolas sitting in a nearby chair. "Yeah, why shouldn't I be?" said Roxie staring at her feet. "You just don't look very happy, that's all." "She probably misses Gondor," said Mimi leaning against the bedpost, "I know I do." Roxie laughed weakly, "I do miss Gondor but not the White City." "Boromir?" said Legolas kneeling in front of her and taking her hands. Roxie nodded as Mimi sat beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. "Its so hard seeing you two together and now Arwen and Aragorn. I just want to feel loved again, to be needed." She started to cry. "Oh Roxie, no!" said Mimi hugging her tightly, "My poor baby." "Why didn't I just let Elrond send me home Mimi? Why did I let myself go on that stupid quest and lose the only man I've ever felt anything for?" "You helped so much on the quest Roxanne," said Legolas, "And Boromir died to save Middle Earth. You are both heroes. I know it doesn't ease the loss but he would not have wanted you to grieve for him." Roxie squeezed his hand, "You're right. He wouldn't have wanted to make me cry," she said wiping away her tears with her free hand, "I must look a right pratt!" "You look no worse than Miranda," said Legolas. "Oi! Cheeky stink!" said Mimi, "You'll pay for that insult dearest." "I'll leave you two to have one of your girly chats," said Legolas getting to his feet, "I'm going to see Frodo." "Bye Angel." "See you Legolas and thanks, you've been a great help you know?" "Its what friends are for," he said leaving the room. "You've got quite a catch there Mimi," said Roxie as the door closed. "I know. Roxie I wish you'd told me how you were feeling. I want to help you." "I couldn't tell you. You were so happy with Legolas and I didn't want to bring you down." "I'm sorry," said Mimi lowering her eyes as guilt washed over her, "I didn't mean to put him before you, its just..." "Hush huney, you love him, its obvious. I suppose part of what I'm feeling is jealousy. I thought I had the start of something special with Boromir but he was taken from me before we could make any real commitment. You and Legolas were lucky and I know he'll take care of you when I'm gone." "Gone?" asked Mimi, fear flooding her face. Roxie nodded, "I'm going to ask Elrond to try and find a way home. There's nothing for me here. I belong in London." Mimi held her hands tightly, "No Roxie you can't go! I'll never see you again. I need you here, you're my best friend in the whole world." "And you're mine but you have to see things from my point of view. I have a life back in London, a future." "You have a life here! Come back to Gondor with us. Legolas and I intend to live at court and so could you. You're family." "What? And be the poor spinster everyone feels sorry for? No fear! I don't want your pity Miranda!" "Fine!" cried Mimi jumping to her feet, "If you think I only want you to stay out of pity then leave!" "Mimi I didn't mean..." said Roxie as she started to cry. "Oh you meant it Roxie. Well go, I don't need you. I've never needed you. I've got Legolas to rely on now and I know he just won't up and leave me when he's a bit down. Tell Elrond to open the portal, I'll even have Legolas help him. Have a nice life Roxanne." Mimi stormed out of the room. "Mimi, I'm sorry! Please don't go," cried Roxie. There was no reply. Getting to her feet, she left the room and fled into the gardens.
Pippin sat with his feet in the stream. He hummed softly to himself as he stared around the beautiful glen. His attention was grabbed as someone ran across the bridge. He looked up and saw Roxie flop down on the bench and weep into her hands. He got to his feet and hurried over to her. "Roxie?" he asked laying a hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?" She looked up at him, "Oh Pippin," she cried, "Everything's such a mess." She clung around his waist, crying into his shirt. He stroked her hair gently, "What's wrong Roxie? I can't bear to see you cry." "I've just had the biggest fight with Mimi. She doesn't care about me anymore, not now she's got Legolas." "You know that's not true," he said sitting beside her, "You and Mimi have always been such good friends. Why the sudden change of heart?" "I want to go home Pippin. I want to go back to London, forget I ever came here. Middle Earth has brought nothing but pain to me since I arrived." "What about the friends you've made? Do you think we're gonna let you go without a fight?" Roxie managed a weak laugh, "I guess not. I'm so confused Pip. I need to get away from it all, pull my head in for a few hours and just chill." "I'll leave you in peace then," said Pippin getting to his feet. "No Pippin! I want you with me." "You do?" said Pippin his eyes lighting up. "Uh-huh. I know I can talk to you. Stay with me, please," said Roxie holding his hands tightly. "I'll stay with you forever if you ask it of me." His bravery taking over, he kissed her cheek and hugged her tightly.
Legolas held Mimi as she cried, "Hush, hush my love. What is wrong? Why are you crying?" Mimi clung to him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder and crying even harder. "Oh Miranda! Tell me please. You're scaring me." She quieted slightly as he rocked her like a child. "I shouldn't have yelled at her," she said sniffing. "Who?" asked Legolas. "Roxie. I yelled at her and told her that I didn't need her as a friend anymore but I do need her Legolas. Now she's going to leave and I'll never see her again. Why do I always ruin the good things in my life?" "I don't understand Miranda. Leave? Where would she go?" "She wants to go back to London. Back to our world. I told her to stay but she said I only wanted her because I pitied her but I don't. I love her but I was so angry that I told her I didn't need her and then she started crying and then I left and..." Mimi trailed off, her sobs making it hard to breathe. Legolas shook his head and tilted her face to his, "You and Roxie are such a foolish pair," he said with an amused smile. Mimi pulled away from him, "Thanks a lot! Some comfort you turned out to be." Legolas held her tightly as she tried to wriggle from his arms. "Let me go Legolas!" she cried. "Not until you come to your sense Miranda my love." "What are you talking about?" she hissed realising her attempt to escape from his grip was futile. "You are both as stubborn as eachother. You both care so deeply about one another but you're too headstrong to sit down and talk things through properly. Roxie's hurting because of Boromir and she thinks she'll find her comfort back in London. The truth is you're the comfort she needs but you go off about her leaving you and she feels like you don't care. You just need to talk things through calmly," said Legolas, his voice soft and caring. Mimi glanced sheepishly at the floor, "You're right," she sighed, "But its too late now." "Of course its not too late. Give her a few hours and then talk to her at dinner. All will be well, I promise." He turned her face to his and kissed her, "Come on Princess Miranda. Let's make you beautiful for this evening." They left for their room.
"Feeling better?" asked Pippin as he ran his fingers across Roxie's brow. She lay with her head on his knees, her eyes closed against the gentle brush of his fingers. "Much," she murmured, "That feels wonderful." Pippin's fingers strayed into her soft blonde waves. Roxie tensed but then relaxed as he toyed idly with her hair. She reached her hand up to his cheek and guided his face to her's. She brushed his lips quickly. "Thank you for everything Pippin," she said pulling back and getting to her feet, "I'll see you at dinner." "Yeah, bye," said Pippin looking totally stunned. Roxie began to walk away. "I'll save you a place at dinner," he called. "You make sure you do..." she called back and then her voice dropped to a whisper, "...why can't you be human?" "Why can't I be human?" said Pippin when she'd gone.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
People from across Middle Earth had been invited to the celebrations at Rivendell. Gimli had been reunited with his dwarvish kin, the four hobbits were in attendance with Frodo's Uncle Bilbo and Galadriel and Celeborn sat with a party from Lothlorien. Rivendell elves and the humans of the Fellowship made up the rest. "Your friends from Mirkwood appear to have been delayed cousin," said Elrond to Legolas who sat amongst his human comrades. "It is unlike them. I hope nothing bad has happened to them," said Legolas looking worried. "I'm sure they're fine Angel," said Mimi the sleeve of her elven dress glittering as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I can send a party to find them if you wish," said Elrond. "No, no, they'll be fine," said Legolas, "They will only complain if I send people to baby-sit them." Mimi looked across the table and caught Roxie's eye, she turned away. "I'm going to see Pippin," said Roxie getting to her feet. "Are you alright Rox?" asked Aragorn. "Fine," said Roxie walking away. Mimi watched, close to tears, as Roxie walked over to the hobbits and slipped into a chair next to Pippin. She kissed his cheek and whispered something to him. He glanced over at Mimi and shook his head. "Hey...hey Miranda!" Legolas' whisper pulled her attention back, "Go and talk to her." "I can't. She doesn't want to know me," said Mimi. "A little give and take Miranda. You need to make the first move. Don't wait around. The longer you leave it, the harder its going to be." "I..." A flurry of trumpets heralded the arrival of a new company. Elrond and the others got to their feet. A servant announced the group, "Representatives from the elven realm of Greenwood the Great, led by Prince Kaybanarn, second son of King Thranduil." A company of beautiful blond elves entered, dressed in shimmering robes and led by a tall, attractive man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Legolas. Legolas ran to him and hugged him tightly, "I've missed you so much!" he cried. "And I you. We were so worried Legolas, Mother especially," said the elven man. "Did you not get my letters?" said Legolas stepping back. "Every one but still, it was strange when you were not at home." "Did Ceinwyn get them also? I wrote to her at every opportunity." "Why don't you ask her for yourself?" said Kaybanarn stepping aside. A beautiful elven woman came from behind him and ran to Legolas' arms, "Oh my darling, my darling!" she cried running frantic kisses down his cheek, "Everyday I've asked grace to return you to me." "All I've wanted is to see you again sweet Ceinwyn. I've missed you so much miren." "Your letters brought me so much comfort. They assured me you were well even though my heart told me you were fine."
Mimi tensed and reached for Aragorn's hand. She caught it and held it tightly, "Who is she?" she asked, her voice a half whisper. "Do not worry Mimi, they are not lovers. She is Ceinwyn, Legolas' twin sister." "Sister? Oh my God I'm a fool," said Mimi blushing. "No you're not. They've always been very close, it is the same with Arwen and her brothers. Being twins makes them even closer. It is the elven way but I suppose it must be odd to an outsider who does not know them," said Aragorn. "But why didn't he tell me about her or any of his brothers and sisters? When he was writing I just assumed the letters were to his father." "Legolas doesn't talk of his family. I never knew of them until I went to Mirkwood. He finds it hard to be separated from them and talking of them makes him worse." "I understand," said Mimi, "Thank you Aragorn. I wouldn't have wanted to jump to the wrong conclusions about them." Mimi returned her concentration to Legolas. He was still with Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn and they were talking frantically. The other elves of the party stood out of earshot, some of them hidden by the shadows of the pillars. "There was one you spoke of in your letters who we have kept secret only between us, as you asked," said Ceinwyn, "Please, let us meet Miranda. I can picture her from how you describe her but I fear you may be exaggerating, you seem quite taken by her." "Believe me, her beauty is no exaggeration. She is truly how I described but you may judge for yourselves," said Legolas turning from them and extending his hand to Mimi, "Come here Mellamin." Mimi slipped her hand into his and he drew her to his side. "Miranda meet Kaybanarn, my brother, and Ceinwyn, my twin." Mimi blushed, "Nice to meet you," she said timidly. Ceinwyn's eyes widened as she looked upon Mimi, "She's human!" "Of course," said Legolas his hand tightening around Mimi's waist as she tensed, "I told you." "You told us she was mortal," said Kaybanarn, "Not human. We assumed she had fallen or been exiled at that you were to take her to the havens to restore her but she's...she's..." "The woman I love and your new sister," said Legolas, "Does it really matter that she isn't an elf?" "It will matter to Father!" said Ceinwyn, "You are heir to his throne and yet you are married to a human." "Hopefully this can be undone," said Kaybanarn. "Undone!" cried Legolas, holding Mimi tight against him, "Never! You don't seem to understand me Kaybanarn. I love Miranda more than anything in this world. I'd never give her up." "Don't be a fool Legolas," said Ceinwyn, "Father can forgive you for this oversight and as your immortality..." Her face fell as horrific realisation came to her mind, "You're mortal, aren't you?" Legolas nodded as Mimi gripped his doublet, seeking his comfort. "Legolas what have you done?" said Ceinwyn looking close to tears. "I have made my choice," said Legolas, "I chose Miranda. I will return to Mirkwood to see everyone but I will not go to the havens. Miranda and I intend to live in Gondor." "She has corrupted you!" cried Ceinwyn, "What Pheobus said was true. He told us a human prostitute had taken you and destroyed your immortality. We did not believe him and yet now we see that it is true." "I'm not a prostitute!" said Mimi tears rolling down her cheeks, "Please believe me, both of you. I love Legolas and I never...never..." She began to weep uncontrollably. Mimi felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She turned, thinking it was Aragorn, and started as she saw Elrond. "Mimi is not a prostitute," he said, "She's a dancer, a very good dancer. She was part of the Fellowship and showed great bravery and loyalty in every battle. I once thought as you do but I've learned that human and elven unions are not as terrible as I once believed. That is why I have pledged my daughter to Aragorn of Gondor." "You approve of their union? But what of your daughter's immortality?" said Kaybanarn. "Her heart is more precious to me. I know she loves him and I could not bear to break her heart by denying her the only thing she desires. Can you bring yourselves to break your brother's heart?" "Please Ceinwyn, Kaybanarn. Miranda is my wife and I love her. I will never give her up, not for you, not for Father, not even for Mirkwood. I don't ask for you to like what I've done, all I ask is that you accept that it is my choice and I will never give her up." "I have a feeling we've been here before," said Elrond squeezing Mimi's shoulder. Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn exchanged glances. "You are my elder Ceinwyn. It is your choice. You know your brother's heart more than I," said Kaybanarn. Ceinwyn took Legolas' hand, gently pulling him away from Mimi. Mimi clutched onto Elrond's robes as she watched Legolas' face intently. "I love her Ceinwyn," he said staring into his sister's eyes, "Accept her." "All our lives we've been one and the same Legolas. We know eachother's feelings, desires, and dreams. All I care for is your happiness. Your heart is filled with her and for that she has my approval. I will take her as my sister." She kissed his cheek, "Kaybanarn?" "You are wise Ceinwyn, more so it seems than our rebellious brother, and I trust your judgement. You have my blessing Legolas, you always were one to disobey tradition when it suited you," said Kaybanarn a smile lighting his features. Legolas let out a sigh of relief and hugged them both, "Thank you! Miranda?" Mimi returned to his side. He kissed her and then wiped the tears away from her cheeks, "Perhaps we should start again, hey?" Mimi nodded, "I'd like that." "Okay. Miranda meet Ceinwyn and Kaybanarn, two of my many siblings." Ceinwyn stopped Mimi as she dropped into a curtsy and hugged her. "I thought the evils of Mordor had been defeated," said a voice from the Mirkwood company, "But it appears our champions missed one of Sauron's orcs." "Pheobus!" hissed Legolas as he emerged from the group. Pheobus sketched a mocking bow, "Prince Laiqalasse. I must say I'm surprised at you. You were always so well behaved, observing every elven tradition but now you are ripping apart the very fabric of our society. Not a good example to your loyal subjects." Legolas' grip tightened on Mimi's hand, "Fuck off Pheobus!" he said flippantly, "You don't scare me anymore." Mimi raised an eyebrow, "Angel, I'm impressed," she whispered half startled, half laughing, "You heard him Pheobus, go swivel!" The hall erupted into laughter as Pheobus was lost for a comeback. He slinked back into the elven company. Elrond caught their attentions, "Legolas, Miranda, Your Highnesses. We would be honoured if you'd join us for dinner."
The evening passed without further dilemmas. Elrond announced Arwen's engagement and it was met with great enthusiasm. Towards the end of the evening, Legolas managed to slip away from Mimi, who was in deep conversation with Ceinwyn, Arwen and Galadriel, and collar Pippin. He dragged him into the corridor. "Whoa Legolas! Steady on. What have I done?" he cried trying to release his arm from Legolas' grip. "Nothing. Calm down. Its what you're going to do that matters." "Huh?" "Do you know where the Golden Bridge is?" asked Legolas. "Elrond showed it to us last time we were here. Why?" "I want you to arrange to meet Roxie there." "Okay, now you've lost me," said Pippin, "Why do you want me to meet Roxie there?" "Because that's where I'm planning to take Miranda," said Legolas. "Ah! I get it. Trying to get them to make up are we?" said Pippin realising Legolas' plan. Legolas nodded, "I had Miranda in floods this afternoon because she'd had that stupid fight with Roxie." "Rox wasn't much better. It took me ages to calm her down. I'll have her there at midnight." "Thanks Pip. Miranda and I will be waiting. Just don't tell Roxie why you want her there. See you in an hour." Legolas slipped from the shadows of the corridor and back into the hall. Pippin left moments later.
Legolas walked back to Mimi's table and placed his hands on her shoulders. She leaned back and glanced up at him, "Hey Angel, where've you been?" she asked. "Around and about," said Legolas kissing her, "I wondered if you wanted to go for a walk?" "A walk?" said Mimi, "With the party still going strong?" "I think a walk is Legolas' way of telling you that he's tired of sharing you with us and wants to take you off somewhere to be alone," said Arwen. Legolas blushed as Mimi got to her feet, "Well its an offer too good to refuse," she said, "As long as you don't mind." "Go on child," said Galadriel, "I'm sure we can spare you to His Royal Highness." "Okay. I'll catch up with you later. Lady Galadriel, Arwen, Your Highness, goodnight." "Goodnight Miranda," said Ceinwyn, "I hope we see you dance soon." Mimi smiled and let Legolas lead her out of the hall. When they were out of sight, Legolas dropped her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, "Far too many people," he said as Mimi leant her head against his shoulder. "Exceedingly too many," agreed Mimi as they walked into the woods that surrounded the house, "And one in particular I prayed I'd never have to see again." "Pheobus?" said Legolas. Mimi nodded. "I admit I had no great desire to see him again but he is the Prime Minister of my people and expected to attend such engagements. Do not worry yourself my love, he will not come near you, I promise." "Just let him try," said Miranda, "I'm an accomplished archer now." "And terribly beautiful with it," said Legolas stopping and turning her to face him, "I'm so lucky I found you Miranda and now I'm certain to spend the rest of my life with you." "I thought we were in trouble for a while with your brother and sister," said Mimi laying her head on his chest. His lips brushed her hair softly, "There was never any danger to us. Even if they hadn't given their approval, I would never have chosen them over you." "Really?" said Mimi pulling back and looking up at him. "Really. I love you Miranda and nothing will ever separate us." His lips were soft and warm on her's as he kissed her. "It would be a shame to miss the moonlight," said Mimi pulling away and curling his hair around her fingers. "We could go to the Golden Bridge. It's a beautiful view." "Golden Bridge? I can't remember going to a bridge," said Mimi. "The day Elrond showed the hobbits round was the day we spent hours on my balcony, the day you told me your fairytale." "I remember. You were there when I fell over that dress. You helped me up and then let me cry on your shoulder for hours. You were so wonderful that day. I fell in love with you there and then." Legolas hugged her tightly, "I know. I fell in love with you too but I couldn't tell you. That's why I sent you that rose before your show, I remembered you saying how much you loved them," said Legolas. "I had no idea that it was from you. It only dawned on me when you stopped me jumping off that balcony after Elrond yelled at me. Your eyes betrayed your feelings long before you kissed me." They began walking again, "Will you sing for me Legolas?" asked Mimi. "What do you want to hear?" "Something new, one you've never sung for me before," said Mimi. "Something new...? Hmm? I know, tell me what you think to this. Its one of my own." "Your own? I didn't realise you wrote songs too." "I don't write them, they just come into my head. I thought of this one in Moria, whilst you put me to sleep." Mimi shut her eyes against his shoulder as he began,
"When the cold of winter comes,
Starless night will cover day,
In the veiling of the Sun,
We will walk in bitter rain.
"But in dreams,
I still hear your name,
And in dreams,
We will meet again.
"When the seas and mountains fall,
And we come to end of days,
In the dark I hear a call;
Calling me there,
I will go there,
And back again..."
"Where are we going Pippin?" asked Roxie as the little hobbit dragged her through the woods of Rivendell. "You'll see. There's something I want to show you," said Pippin, his pace unrelenting. Roxie finally fell into step beside him, "The woods are beautiful at night," she said, "Really romantic." "You wait until you see where I'm taking you," said Pippin managing not to blush for the first time. He held aside a branch and led her out onto a beautiful, ornate bridge that shimmered gold in the moonlight. "Oh Pippin," exclaimed Roxie, "Its beautiful. Do you remember coming here with Elrond?" "Uh-huh, I knew you'd like it," said Pippin. Roxie turned as she heard laughter from the other side of the bridge, "Why does she have to ruin every moment I have?" she hissed as she looked over at Legolas and Mimi. "She's the reason we're here," said Pippin, "Legolas! Over here!" "So you're finally here," said Legolas leading Mimi onto the bridge, "Good work Pip." "Good work?" cried Mimi, "What is going on?" "You and Roxie are going to sort this stupid feud out here and now," said Legolas. "Like shit we are!" said Roxie turning her back on them and starting to walk away. Pippin came between her and the exit. "Get out of my way Pip!" "No," said Pippin defiantly, "Not until you sort it out." "Legolas this isn't fair!" said Mimi trying to leave in the other direction. Legolas crossed his arms in front of him, "You're not going anywhere Miranda. We aren't leaving until you're talking again." "You can't treat me like this Legolas. I'm your wife, not your child!" "I'll stop treating you like a child when you stop acting like one." Mimi knew there was no changing his mind. "I'm not talking to her Pippin," said Roxie. "Well then you're in for a long night." "Why are you doing this Pip? I thought you were my friend." "I am your friend Roxie, that's why I'm doing this. I'm not going to stand by and let you ruin your friendship with Mimi." "I'll second that," said Legolas, "Its your choice ladies. We can either leave you alone for ten minutes to sort this out or we can stand here until morning." Both Mimi and Roxie were silent. "Okay then. Pippin come with me. We're not going out of sight so don't try wandering off. Sort it out the pair of you," said Legolas as he and Pippin left the bridge and walked out of earshot. Mimi leant against the bridge, not daring to look at Roxie. Neither spoke. Roxie glanced over to where Legolas and Pippin sat. They were watching them but turned away as they caught her stare. "I don't want you to leave Roxie," said Mimi breaking the silence. "Its not your choice Miranda. I want to leave." "Why though? Give me one good reason and I'll let you go freely." "You don't need me anymore," said Roxie finally meeting her gaze, "I feel obsolete." Mimi reached out and took her hand, "I do need you Rox. When I said I didn't I was angry. You know what I'm like. I love you, you've been like a sister to me all my life. Don't leave me please." "You have Legolas now, soon you'll probably be having children and then you'll have no time to be with me." "I'll make time. If Legolas and I have children, you'll be a big part of their lives, their auntie if you want. Just don't go back to London, I'll miss you." Roxie burst into tears, "I'll miss you too. Oh Mimi, I'm so sorry." Mimi hugged her, "I'm sorry too. Please say you'll stay and come to Gondor with us." Roxie pulled back and looked at Mimi with a weak smile, "Okay, I'll stay. So long as I get to spoil your kids rotten." "You'll have to ask their father about that," giggled Mimi. "Do you think they'll let us leave now?" said Roxie looking over at Legolas and Pippin. "We'll inform them that they have no choice," said Mimi as they walked over to them.
"Sorted?" asked Legolas as they approached. Mimi nodded, "Roxie's staying!" The joyous yelp from Pippin made them all laugh. Roxie knelt down and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're staying," he cried. "So am I Pippin. Now you can show me the Shire like you promised." "Yes, and you'll see Mirkwood and we can go to the Lonely Mountain, and..." "Okay, okay Pip! You can show me the whole of Middle Earth if you want." "There and back again Roxanne!" Legolas laughed, "We'll leave you two to plan your little excursions. Have a good night." "Goodnight Roxie," said Mimi hugging her, "Goodnight Pippin." "Goodnight."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
The next day was hectic for Roxie, Mimi and Arwen. They rehearsed for the entire day in preparation for their performance that night. There was a tap on Mimi's door as the girls put the final touches to their costumes. "Come in," called Mimi pinning a curl to Arwen's head. Legolas put his head around the door, "Is it okay if we come in?" "Of course Angel." He walked in, followed by Aragorn and Pippin, and handed Mimi a single white rose, "For luck," he said, "And you know who its from this time." "It s beautiful," said Mimi brushing the delicate petals against her cheek. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Just about," said Roxie, hugging Pippin as he sat on her knees, "You okay little one? I haven't seen you at all today." "I'm fine," said Pippin, "I can't wait to see you dance again tonight." "Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn will have heart attacks when they see you in those costumes," said Aragorn tracing the strap of Arwen's top with a fingertip, "I'll never forget Legolas' face when he first saw you all rehearsing. Poor little Greenleaf has never had such excitement!" "Leave him alone Aragorn!" said Arwen, "I seem to remember the stunned look on your face when I dragged you up on stage." "That was because I'd never seen you looking so damn sexy!" said Aragorn, his arms encircling her waist. "Whoa! Calm the raging hormones!" said Mimi, "There'll be enough of that tonight." She twirled in front of the mirror, "Ack I've put on so much weight. I look awful!" "What are you talking about Miranda Greenleaf?" exclaimed Legolas, "You look gorgeous and you know it. I wish I could get a portrait of you done in that." "Shame we don't have a camera," said Mimi, "A photo would be wonderful." "But we do have a camera," said Roxie, "I'll go and get mine." "Slight problem Rox. We've got nowhere to develop them," said Mimi. "Not a problem huney. It's a polaroid, remember? Back in a mo." Roxie left the room. "Hit me if I'm being thick but what the hell are a camera and a photo?" asked Aragorn. "They're things we use to make pictures with in our world," said Mimi, "The camera sort of freezes a moment in time and puts it on paper. Its sort of hard to explain. Think of it as an instant, magic portrait." Legolas ran a hand over his eyes, "If you understood that Aragorn you're a better man than I." "Believe me Mirky I'm as confused as you are," said Aragorn. "Right. Got it," said Roxie coming back into the room carrying a black and grey camera, "Who's first?" "Come here Angel," said Mimi wrapping her arms around Legolas' waist, "Look at Roxie and smile." "Okay," said Legolas looking over at Roxie. The camera flashed brightly for a second. "Whoa!" said Legolas pulling away from Mimi and blinking wildly, "What was that?" "Just a camera flash," said Mimi laughing at him, "There's no harm done to you." "Easy for you to say. You're not the one with a thousand colours in front of your eyes." Roxie pulled a small piece of white card out of the camera and handed it to Aragorn, "One photo," she said. "There's nothing there," said Aragorn staring at the shiny black and white rectangle. "Give it a moment," said Roxie. Aragorn's eyes widened as the picture emerged. "It is magic! Its their exact likeness. Arwen?" "Oh my goodness! It is amazing, like a frozen moment of time," she gasped, "Look Pip." "How did you do that?" asked Pippin, "Are you a witch?" "No my darling. Its simply the technology of our world," said Roxie. Pippin handed the photo to Legolas. "Wow! Its like a living portrait. Can we keep this?" "Of course we can. Take another one of us will you Roxie? It'll be a nice present for Thranduil when we go to Mirkwood." Roxie took another photo of them and this time Legolas managed to escape without the colours in front of his eyes.
By the time they'd finished everyone was bearing a mini album. "These will amaze Father," said Arwen. "Give him one of you to take to the havens," said Mimi, "As a reminder." "He'd like that," said Arwen, "Would you take one of him for me Roxie?" "Of course huney," said Roxie. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" called Mimi. A servant entered, "I was sent to tell you that they're ready for you downstairs," she said. "Thank you. Tell Lord Elrond we'll be about ten minutes," said Mimi. "Yes Your Highness," said the servant as she left. "Your Highness?" said Mimi, "I could get used to that." "We'd better go," said Aragorn, "I intend to get front row seats." He kissed Arwen and left. "Good luck all of you," said Pippin, "I'm sure you'll be wonderful." He turned to leave but Roxie stopped him, "Hey! Don't I get a kiss for luck?" she said kneeling to his height. "You want one?" said Pippin. "I wouldn't be asking for one if I didn't," said Roxie cupping his chin in her hands. She kissed him softly on the lips, lingering longer than usual. "Hey, hey!" whispered Legolas to Mimi, "What's all this then?" "None of our business," said Mimi kissing him, "Get along with the pair of you or you'll make us late." "Good luck Mellamin. Come along Pippin." Pippin followed Legolas out of the door. "Roxanne Jackson!" exclaimed Mimi as the door closed, "What are you doing toying with that poor boy's feelings?" "I'm not toying with them," said Roxie honestly, "I've totally fallen for him. If he was human I'd ask him out in a flash." "Are you serious?" cried Arwen, "He's so tiny." "His heart isn't," said Roxie blushing, "Can we just get on and do this show? I can't have him so I might as well stop thinking about him." She left the room in a great hurry.
Everyone had assembled in the main hall to watch the dancing as the weather had turned and they could no longer dance outside. "I understand your daughter is one of our entertainers tonight," said Kaybanarn, turning to Elrond who sat beside him. "Yes, it has become a passion with her. She learnt the dances back when Mimi and Roxie were first in Rivendell and she has practiced everyday since then. I must say the style has grown on me despite my earlier misgivings." "Style?" asked Ceinwyn, "What do you mean by that?" "Mimi described her dancing as go-go," said Elrond, "I have no idea what it means but it is unlike anything seen before in Middle Earth. You will be surprised when you see them." Legolas and Aragorn joined Elrond, Ceinwyn and Kaybanarn, while Pippin went to sit with the other hobbits. "Are the ladies ready?" asked Elrond. "Just about," said Legolas, "We've just left them. They should be down in a moment." "Are they performing the same dances as last time?" "I don't know, we were banned from watching them rehearse," said Legolas. "Unfortunately," put in Aragorn. The crowd hushed as Gimli, Mimi's self-assigned personal assistant and master of ceremonies, stepped onto the raised platform that served as a stage, "My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen...oh and their Highnesses from Mirkwood. On behalf of Mimi, Roxie and Arwen I am pleased to welcome you to One Night at the Moulin Rouge." Mimi's sweet voice travelled in a beautiful melody on the air. Legolas watched with a sly smile as Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn listened contentedly. He knew what was coming next. The three girls walked onto the stage, hidden by thick black capes, all singing in perfect harmony. "Your Miranda has a wonderful voice," said Kaybanarn leaning over to whisper to Legolas. "You wait till you see her body!" said Legolas not taking his eyes off the stage. Before Kaybanarn could question him further, the girls ripped off their capes to reveal shimmering costumes, and the torment began.
"Sweet, sweet hell," said Aragorn turning to Legolas who sat bobbing to their singing in the chair nest to him. "I love this song... dance! Boogie wonderland!" he sang with the girls. Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn looked pale and small in their seats. "You two alright?" said Legolas still bouncing. "You enjoy this?" said Ceinwyn, "Its obscene!" "Its wonderful!" said Legolas. "Absolute pleasure," said Aragorn. "Sweet sin!" "Oh my goodness!" cried Ceinwyn as Roxie, Mimi and Arwen ripped away their trousers to reveal sparkling hot pants. A cheer rose from the entire male audience, even Kaybanarn couldn't suppress a smile, "Its not all that bad Ceinwyn," he said, "Its quite artistic really." "Hey! Keep your hands off brother dear," said Legolas, "You're married and two, if not three, of those ladies are spoken for." Another cheer erupted as the girls succeeded in dragging a shocked Celeborn onto the stage. Aragorn got to his feet, "Go get him girls!" he cried. He instantly knew he'd put himself down for total humiliation as Mimi and Arwen broke from the stage and came in his direction. Wrapping a boa round his neck, Arwen dragged him up onto the stage with her. "Arwen! No! Not again!" he said laughing. "Don't even think about it missy," said Legolas noticing the mischievous look in Mimi's eyes. She pirouetted and then fell into the splits in front of him. Looking up she gave him a playful wink, "Love you Angel," she said. Effortlessly, she got to her feet and began searching for another victim. She stopped in front of Elrond, her green eyes shining fiercely. Grabbing his hands, she pulled him onto the stage with her.
As their show ended, Mimi, Roxie and Arwen ran off stage and deep into the corridors of Rivendell, desperate to avoid, as Roxie eloquently put it, the after show grab-a-thon. They ran to Mimi's room and she flopped lazily on the bed, "Well that went a bit better than last time," she said. "Did you see Father's face when you dragged him up?" said Arwen, "I thought he was going to faint." "Ah he loved it!" said Roxie, "They all did." "We are officially the three sexiest women in the whole of Middle Earth," said Mimi. "I'll second that," said Roxie.
Legolas and Aragorn stepped into the quiet of the corridor. "Whoa! What a night!" said Legolas, "Right, now I can hear you, what was it you wanted to ask me?" "I spoke to Elrond earlier," said Aragorn, "He wants to hold Arwen's wedding two days hence, before we leave for Mirkwood and I was wondering, would you stand by me at the service? You've been like a brother to me for years and I'd be honoured if you would." "Of course I will! I would have had you beside me at my wedding had Miranda and I got married in a more orthodox way," said Legolas hugging him. "I knew you'd say yes. I'm so glad you're not going to the havens Mirky, I'd miss you." "Don't you go getting all weepy on me boy!" said Legolas, "You'll get me going too!" "You always were too soft for your own good Greenleaf!" Merry and Pippin walked passed them in deep conversation. "Goodnight you two," said Aragorn. Merry looked up, "Oh hello. Didn't see you there. Are you two having an illicit affair or something, hiding in the shadows?" Aragorn wrinkled his nose, "With him?" he said indicating to Legolas, "Nah! I don't go for blondes." "Well that answers that," said Pippin, "Goodnight guys."
"Night girls," said Mimi as she closed the door to Arwen and Roxie. She walked out onto the balcony and lent on the ledge, staring up at the moon. Two arms encircled her waist and she felt lips soft on her neck. "Mmm! Legolas huney I didn't hear you come in. Did you enjoy tonight?" There was no answer as his kisses became more frantic and his hands slid upwards. "Easy Angel!" giggled Mimi, "I want your verdict of tonight. Did you enjoy the show?" "Exceedingly." Mimi pulled away and pivoted sharply, "What are you doing here?" she cried staring at Pheobus. He grabbed hold of her and covered her mouth with his hand, "The less you struggle," he hissed, "The easier this will be on you." He dragged her inside as she tried to wriggle free. He kicked the door shut and threw her down on the bed. He pulled his hand away and began to rip frantically at her clothes. Mimi screamed.
"Roxie was looking beautiful this evening," said Merry as he and Pippin walked along the deserted corridors. "She was wasn't she?" said Pippin dreamily, "She was the star of the show." "A slightly blinkered view," said Merry as they turned onto another corridor, "but still..." He was cut short by a scream, "What was that?" "It came from Mimi's room," said Pippin running to the door. "Wait Pip," said Merry as Pippin's hand reached the door handle, "Think about it. She's probably with Legolas." "But she's screaming!" "Screams of delight Pip. You know what those two are like." "They aren't screams of delight... and we left Legolas with Aragorn, he couldn't have got here before us!" cried Pippin. Merry turned and began to run back the way they'd come. "Where are you going?" "To get help," said Merry. "And what am I meant to do?" "I don't know, improvise." Merry disappeared round the corner. "What do I do? What do I do?" muttered Pippin as he paced in front of the door. Mimi's screams tore through him, "I'm coming Mimi!" he cried running into the room. Pheobus looked up as Pippin came in. "What are you doing to her?!" cried Pippin seeing the state both Pheobus and Mimi were in. "Get out of here!" hissed Pheobus. "Help me Pippin!" cried Mimi, her voice choked by tears. Pippin ran to the corner of the room and grabbed Legolas' dagger. He pulled it from it's sheath. Summoning all his courage, he ran at Pheobus. The elf moved swiftly, dodging easily. Pippin's tiny body was sent through the air as Pheobus hit him. Mimi, freed briefly from her captor and seeing her friend down, sprang for Legolas' dagger. "Don't be a fool Mimi. I'm only giving you what you want. You love me, not Legolas." Mimi flew at him, her dagger poised and ready to strike the deadly blow that she knew would lacerate his neck. She lacked the speed of the elf and he sent her down with a slap. He looked down on her, his eyes burning, "You're not worth my time!" he spat. "Then leave," said Mimi reaching her hand out for the dagger. Pheobus kicked her hard in the stomach, "You're nothing more than a worthless prostitute, not worthy of this earth." He kicked her again. Mimi writhed in pain, her screams catching in her throat. Pippin came round and saw her lying there, defeated. His eyes flew to Pheobus as the elf took hold of the dresser chair and raised it above his head. At the second he moved to deliver Mimi a fatal blow, Pippin threw himself onto her, covering her with his body. The chair smashed down on him and everything went black.
Mimi heard footsteps in the corridor and raised voices. Pheobus ran to the balcony and managed to escape onto the roof as the group came in. Legolas was first to enter, his eyes frantically searching the room, "Miranda!" he cried seeing her lying motionless on the floor, her clothes ripped to shreds and her body covered in scratches. "God, what happened here?" said Aragorn running with Legolas to where Mimi and Pippin lay. Aragorn lifted the unconscious hobbit into his arms. "Miranda? Are you alright?" said Legolas. Mimi coughed and nearly choked on the taste of her own blood. Legolas sat her up and knelt behind her, supporting her shaking body, "What happened to you?" "Pheo...Pheobus," stuttered Mimi, "Pippin...you...you're dagger...took it and...Pheobus...Pippin...saved me...now...dead...Pip...Pheobus...escape." Legolas could make no sense of her words. Merry ran in followed by Roxie, Arwen, Elrond and Galadriel. Legolas pulled a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around Mimi's tattered costume. She started crying. "What happened?" asked Elrond. "Oh Pippin!" cried Roxie as she saw Aragorn lay his tiny, lifeless form onto the bed. She flew to his side, "Pippin? Pippin! Oh God no, don't leave me!" she wept. Mimi regained her composure slightly, "Is he alright? Is he alive?" she asked, her breathing ragged. "He needs help," said Arwen examining the little hobbit, "He's very badly injured." "He saved my life," said Mimi, he side numb where Pheobus had kicked her, "Pheobus attacked me. He tried to...tried to..." She trailed off, unable to face what had happened. "Arwen run to my room and fetch me anything that will ease Pippin's pain. Take Meriadoc with you, he knows more about Pippin than any of us," said Elrond. Arwen left with the emotional hobbit. Galadriel came to Mimi, "We need to know what happened Mimi, every detail." Mimi held Legolas' hand tightly, "I said goodnight to Arwen and Roxie and went onto the balcony. Pheobus came behind me but I thought it was Legolas. He dragged me in here and tried to..." She dug her nails into Legolas' hand to try and stop herself from crying, "He tried to rape me! He told me he loved me and that he knew I wanted him and..." Legolas tensed beneath her, "Bastard!" he hissed but then he choked back a sob, "Oh Miranda, I'm so sorry. I should have been here to protect you, I failed you." "You couldn't have known," she said, "I'm alright. He didn't...Pippin came, got your dagger and tried to fight him. Pheobus knocked him cold and when I tried to fight he kicked me and I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to die but Pippin came and took the blow for me. I don't know what happened after that." "I'll have the guards search Rivendell for him," said Aragorn leaving the room. Galadriel touched Mimi's reddened side gently, "This injury is simple to heal," she said, "You may want to hold Legolas' hand. This will hurt." The elven sorceress pressed down on Mimi's side and spoke in elvish but her words were lost on Mimi as fire raged inside her. As soon as it flared it faded and Mimi no longer felt any pain. "Your other injuries Legolas will be able to heal with his potions later. It is Pippin who truly needs my aid." Galadriel got to her feet and walked back to Pippin as Legolas help Mimi up. He held her tightly then took off his doublet and wrapped it around her, "You're safe now," he said as she clung to him, "I'll never leave you alone again."
"Please help him Galadriel," begged Roxie as she bent over Pippin, examining his injuries. Her face fell, "This is beyond even my magic to heal. I'm sorry Roxanne, there's nothing I can do for him except make him as comfortable as possible until the end." "You mean he's going to die?" cried Roxie, "But he can't die. I love him!" "There's nothing I can do," said Galadriel again. "Nothing you can do," said Legolas, "But there's something we can do. His injuries would not be fatal if her were human." Galadriel shook her head as if dismissing the thought. "You know of what I speak. The unison of our three kindred powers can perform such a thing. Elrond, Galadriel please, we have to try." "Such a thing would only be possible if all three Rings of Power were united," said Elrond, "But we only have two, my own and Galadriel's, your father holds the Ring of Narya." "No he doesn't," said Legolas removing the chain from around his neck and slipping his half of the ring onto his finger, "Miranda I need your wedding ring." Mimi slipped the thin silver circlet from her finger and gave it to Legolas who united it with his half. He held up his hand, the double band of the immortals clearly visible, "I am the bearer of the third elven ring, not my Father." Both Galadriel and Elrond were speechless. "He needs our aid," said Legolas extending his hand to them, "Unite with me and help me save him." Galadriel placed her hand in his, "Elrond?" Reluctantly Elrond clasped them both. "We are ash nazg," said Legolas, "Let us begin. Roxie we need you to place Pippin on the floor for us." Roxie gently lifted the tiny hobbit and placed him at Legolas' feet. The three elves circled Pippin and joined hands. They all spoke as one, "I reniad lin ne mor, nuithannen. In gwaith ristennin, i fae narchannen. Hlasta Qyetes Hfirimain. Mornie alantie ve ramar aldaron." An intensely bright light surrounded them, blinding Mimi and Roxie. The elves kept repeating their words, louder and faster every time. Gradually their voices were replaced by a piercing cry as the light got brighter and brighter. They broke hands and fell to their knees, each discarding their ring to the floor. Warily Roxie and Mimi uncovered their ears and opened their eyes. "Did it work?" asked Roxie, "Is he alive?" "See for yourself," said Elrond, his breathing shallow. Roxie covered a gasp as she looked on Pippin. The hobbit they had once known as three foot tall was now bordering on six with normal, human feet and ears. "He's human!" "I can treat him now," said Galadriel sweeping his injuries with her hands and muttering in elvish. Pippin stirred but did not wake. Roxie knelt beside him, "Can we wake him?" she asked. "If you wish," said Legolas, "He is healed." "How do I wake him?" "True love's kiss," said Mimi as Legolas placed her half of Narya back on her finger. "A simple 'wake up Pip' will do," said Elrond. A smile lighted Roxie's face as she brushed Pippin's curls with her fingertips, "I prefer the first option," she said bending over Pippin and kissing him, "Wakey, wakey little one." Pippin opened his eyes and stared up at her, "Roxie? What happened? Where's Mimi and Pheobus? Why don't I hurt anymore?" Roxie took his hand and rubbed the back of it, "Its okay Pippin. Mimi's fine thanks to you and Pheobus has gone. Galadriel, Elrond and Legolas healed you." He sat up and cried out in shock, "What happened?! I'm huge and human!!! I'm human!!!" "We had to transform you to save you Pip," said Legolas, "In a few days we will be able to change you back if you wish it." "Got it!" cried Arwen running through the door closely followed by Merry who had an armful of bottles. "I'm sorry my dear but we have no use for them anymore," said Elrond. Merry hurriedly handed the bottles to Arwen and ran to Pippin, "What happened to you? You ginormous!" "No more questions tonight," said Elrond, "We shall explain everything to you tomorrow. Right now I think rest is what's best for all." He and Roxie helped Pippin to stand. He clung to them for dear life, "The floor seems a lot further away," he said, "I feel dizzy." "Come along Pip," said Roxie slipping an arm around his waist to hold him up, "Let's go." "I'll have guards posted outside your door Legolas," said Elrond as they left, "Try to sleep and inform me straight away if anything happens." "I will. Goodnight Elrond." They left Mimi and Legolas alone.
Roxie lowered Pippin slowly onto his bed. "Horizontal is a lot more appealing than vertical at the moment," he said, "My clothes feel rather tight." "I'll have some elven things brought for you in the morning," said Elrond, "Would you like someone to stay with you tonight?" Pippin nodded. "I'll stay with him," said Roxie. Elrond smiled, "Alright then. We'll see you in the morning," he said ushering the other out of the door. It clicked shut behind them. "You're quite a hero," said Roxie perching on the bed beside him and taking his hand. "I did what I had to do," he said blushing, "Mimi was in danger. I feel strange." "You look great," said Roxie before she realised what she was saying. Pippin sat up, "I always wondered what it felt like to be human. To do human things." "Its not all its cracked up to be," said Roxie, "Being human can make you very lonely when you want..." "So can being a hobbit," said Pippin knowing the words she dared not utter. He reached up and touched her cheek softly with his fingertips, "You always seemed big to me but now you look tiny and delicate, its strange but nice. I can see your beauty properly now." Roxie turned her head from his touch, nerves rising inside her. "What is it Roxie?" "I'm frightened Pip," she said. "Frightened? Why?" "I'm scared of what I'm feeling." "So am I, that could mean we're feeling the same thing." Roxie could feel his hand on her leg and she shuddered as electricity surged through her. She turned to face him and his eyes caught her's. She leaned towards him and rested her hands on his shoulders. Pippin kissed her softly. Roxie closed her eyes and kissed him back, finally releasing the feelings she'd repressed for so long. "I've wanted to do that for such a long time," said Pippin releasing her, "I love you Roxie." Roxie didn't answer. She kissed him as he pulled her down into his arms. Finally the romance that had grown for all their time together was lived. Destiny, it would seem, had chosen them for eachother.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
Roxie floated on air as she walked to Mimi's room the next morning. She tapped softly on the door. Legolas opened it, "Hey Roxie, come on in," he said. He left the door and returned to the bed where Mimi sat, propped up by many pillows, "Are you okay Miranda?" he asked rearranging the pillows behind her. "I'm the same as I was two minutes ago Angel," she groaned. "I just want to make sure you're alright before I leave." "I'm fine. You shouldn't keep Aragorn waiting. Morning Rox." "Morning sweetie," said Roxie sitting down on the bed beside Mimi. Legolas placed Mimi's dagger on the table beside her, "Okay. Do you have everything you need? I'm only a few minutes away so if you need anything have me sent for." "Legolas stop fussing! If you dare make one more cup of tea or fluff one more pillow I swear to God I'm going to murder you. I'm perfectly fine, okay?" Legolas nodded, still looking harassed despite Mimi's assurances. "Now kiss me and get out of here," said Mimi. Legolas kissed her gently and walked to the door, "Are you sure I...?" Mimi threw a pillow at him, "Don't you dare!" He leaned on the doorframe, "Send for me if you need anything. I love you Miranda." "I love you too Angel," said Mimi as he closed the door behind him. "I take it you're being well look after," said Roxie. "Oh he's driving me spare!" cried Mimi, "If he makes me one more cup of that God forsaken elven tea I swear I'm going to look like a box of Tetley's. I know he means well but I can't stand being fussed over." "He loves you Mimi. Last night probably scared him witless. Pheobus attacking you is one thing but trying to..." "I'd rather not discuss what he tried to do Rox," said Mimi fear falling briefly over her features, "Have you seen Pippin today?" Roxie smiled mischievously and nodded. "What's that grin in aid of Roxanne?" asked Mimi raising an eyebrow, "What have you been up to?" Without warning Roxie hugged her tightly, "Oh Mimi I'm so happy!" she cried. "Happy? Roxie you've lost me." "He loves me Mimi. He loves me and now he's human I can love him too. He makes me feel so alive," said Roxie pulling back and wrapping her arms around herself, "And oh last night!" "Whoa!" said Mimi, "Last night? Are you trying to tell me you slept with him?" "I didn't sleep with him Mimi, he made love to me!" said Roxie lying back against the pillows. "They're one and the same Roxanne," said Mimi laughing. "No they're not. No man has ever made me feel the way he did last night, not even Boromir! I felt so warm, so loved, so..." "I get the picture Roxie," said Mimi, "Now kindly refrain from reliving the experience on my bed!" "You've got no heart Miranda Greenleaf!" laughed Roxie, "Just because your love life has gone down hill since you became an old married." "My love life is fine, I'll have you know! Legolas isn't just a skilled warrior you know!" said Mimi. Her face became suddenly serious, "Are you sure you want to get into a relationship with Pippin? He may want to change back and then things will be impossible for you again. I don't want to see either of you hurt." "Its alright Mimi, neither of us will be hurt. I spoke to Pippin this morning, he wants to stay human. We're so in love Mimi, we have been for a long time, ever since we found them again I think, even before that maybe..." "You're a completely smitten kitten aren't you?" said Mimi laughing at her friend's dreamy expression. Roxie nodded, "Is this how you felt when you and Legolas first met?" "What? Like you're walking on air, your heart skipping a beat, living everyday like your last but always looking to the future...that's how I still feel. When you love someone I don't think that feeling ever dies," said Mimi stroking the single rose in the vase beside her bed. There was a knock on the door. "Come in," called Mimi. "Morning," said Arwen coming into the room, "How's the patient?" "On the mend. Legolas hasn't let me lift a finger since last night and I know he didn't sleep a wink. It's the first time since we defeated Sauron that he's slept with his daggers beside him." "There's no harm in being cautious," said Arwen, "And I'm afraid you may have to maintain it. I have bad news for you and Pippin." "What?" asked Mimi paling. "The guards couldn't find Pheobus anywhere. He's still out there somewhere," said Arwen. Mimi felt tears sting her eyes, "Why didn't they find him? Oh God!" She caught up her dagger and gripped it tightly, "What if he comes back?" "The whole of Rivendell is on high alert. He'll not get to you easily. I can send for Legolas if you like?" Mimi shook her head, "No, he needs to relax for a while, he was up all night. Besides, we need a good girly chat. Now we're all officially spoken for, girly moments may become a thing of the past." "All officially taken?" said Arwen, "Who...? Oh my goodness. You and little Pip?" Roxie smiled, "Yes, we're together, finally. I only wish we'd had the opportunity earlier." "Maybe we shall be celebrating a double wedding in a few days. Father has rescheduled it to give you a few more days to recover Mimi," said Arwen. "You didn't have to do that. I hope this hasn't ruined the mood for your big day," said Mimi. "Never. There's something I wanted to ask you two. Would you both be my maids of honour? You're both like sisters to me now." "We'd love to," said Roxie, "But we've nothing to wear." "That's all been sorted. When you left for the quest I had your robes prepared. I even had the foresight to have Mimi's made in the colours of Mirkwood to match Legolas' clothes. I had a feeling he'd have made you a princess by the time you returned." "He said Aragorn had asked him to stand by him at the service," said Mimi, "I'm glad we're going to Gondor. I don't think they could function without eachother." "They've been best friends for years," said Arwen, "Legolas was here the day Aragorn arrived and he kept coming back every spring. He'd spent spring with us since he was a child, he loves Rivendell, so it was inevitable that he and Aragorn would become close. They're like brothers." "That's obvious enough," said Roxie, "They were as thick as thieves on the way to Mordor." "It was impossible to get a word in edgeways," said Mimi, "Time alone with Legolas was non-existent." There was another knock on the door. "Bloody hell, its like Grand Central Station here today!" exclaimed Mimi, "Come in." "Did I catch you at a bad time?" asked Pippin coming into the room. "And who is this handsome, human intruder? Could it possibly be little Peregrin Took all grown up?" "Very funny Mimi! How are you baring up?" "I'll live, thanks to you, if Legolas doesn't kill me with kindness that is." "Being over protective is he? I know how he feels, I'd be the same if you were Roxie," said Pippin sitting beside the blushing Roxie and kissing her, "I thought I might find you here." "Miss me did you?" "Of course. I wondered if I could borrow you for a while?" said Pippin. "Go on, take her away!" said Mimi, "She hasn't shut up about you since she got here." "So I've been gossiped about have I? You don't mind if I drag her away then Mimi?" said Pippin nuzzling Roxie's neck. "I don't think I could stop you. Get along with you...oh, if you see Legolas could you tell him to hurry back. I'd feel a lot more comfortable with an experienced archer in the room." "Sure can do," said Roxie leading Pippin to the door, "Chat later girlies." They stepped into the corridor and shut the door. "It feels like an age since you left me," said Pippin, his arms slipping tentatively around her waist. "I barely left you half an hour ago," said Roxie pressing the palms of her hands to his chest and staring up into his eyes, "Can we go back to last night again?" Pippin's eyes widened in alarm, "You want to change things? You're not having regrets are you?" Roxie laughed at his petrified expression, "Oh darling no! I wouldn't change a thing. I just want to relive it, that's all." She kissed him, "I could never regret you." "Never?" "Never ever darling."
Four days passed and the whole of Rivendell was in uproar as preparations went on for Arwen and Aragorn's wedding. Great garlands of flowers draped the great hall and all around the banqueting tables. Nobles, Lords and Ladies who lived close to the elven realm began to arrive. Thranduil, King of Mirkwood, was not in attendance. He chose to delegate such tasks to his offspring and so, seeing as Legolas, Ceinwyn and Kaybanarn were already in attendance, he sent word to Elrond of his absence and of his fond wishes to the bride and groom. Day turned to night and Rivendell slept but as dawn returned the madness resumed.
"Come on Legolas!" said Mimi twirling in front of her mirror in her silver, grey robes, "I want to see what you look like." "I know you'll laugh. I hate wearing these things," moaned Legolas from behind the screen. "They can't be bad, my dress looks beautiful." "That's because dresses look good on women," said Legolas slipping from behind the screen, "But they don't on men." Mimi stifled a laugh, "Oh Angel," she giggled, "You look err...very...hmm how to put it?" "Stupid?!" said Legolas huffing down in a chair, the skirts of his robes dragging on the floor. He pulled at the high collar, "I feel like a girl." "You look like a panto dame." "A what?" "Never mind, just promise me you're not putting your hair in pigtails," said Mimi walking behind him and gently massaging his shoulders. "I can't believe Ceinwyn and Kaybanarn wear these by choice everyday. They're so uncomfortable. And Father wonders why I'm always off on foolish quests and escaping here, being at court would drive me crazy...Mmm Miranda do you want to do that all day?" said Legolas leaning his head back against her chest. "Did you sleep last night? You're so tense," said Mimi. "A little. I kept hearing things and they worried me. I'm not giving Pheobus the chance to hurt you again." "You need to sleep Angel, you'll worry yourself to death. We have guards everywhere, Pheobus won't reach me." She circled the chair and sat on his knees. "Are you sure you're up to today?" asked Legolas brushing a loose curl from her forehead. "I'm fine. Your Miruvor stuff has cleared up all the scratches." "You know that's not what I mean. If you don't feel comfortable being in a crowd we don't have to go." "And miss the wedding of the year? No way. I'll be fine Legolas honestly. If I give in Pheobus has won. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me down." Legolas smiled, running his fingers through the dark cascade of her hair, "You've got so much spirit, it amazes me at times. I don't think anything could break you down." "Not while I have you to turn to." She kissed him. Closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to him as he held her protectively. He released her and rested his forehead against her's, "We should finish getting ready. This is one engagement Aragorn will not take too kindly if we miss." Mimi kissed his cheek, "I love you Legolas." "I love you too darling." He lifted her off his knees, "Do you want me to do your hair?" "Do your's first. I want to see you in all your princely glory," giggled Mimi. "You just want to laugh at me." "You know me far too well Angel," said Mimi settling down beside the glowing fire and warming her bare feet. Legolas fastened his hair into its normal style but into it he wove a beautiful silver circlet that ended in an intricate knot on his forehead. Securing the last few strands, he turned back to Mimi, "What do you think?" "You look like Elrond!" "Oh thank you darling. Could you have thought of a worse insult?" Mimi got to her feet and sat on the stool next to him, "You look quite distinguished Angel. So is this what I'm being made to wear?" she asked tracing the delicate bands on his forehead. "Not quite," said Legolas getting to his feet, "Now no fidgeting. This is far too complicated for you to be wriggling about."
His fingers were light in her hair as he styled it. Mimi admired herself in the mirror when he'd finished. Her curls were piled high on her head with a few strands loose to frame her face, "You've surpassed yourself Angel, it looks wonderful," she said. "I haven't finished yet," said Legolas walking over to the chest in the corner, "I had Elrond's silver smiths make something for you." He lifted something out, wrapped in heavy black velvet. He came behind her and placed a silver tiara on her head. "Oh Legolas, its lovely." "As befits a princess of Mirkwood," said Legolas arranging her hair around her tiara. "There's something else too, close your eyes." "Why?" "It's a surprise." Miranda shrugged and shut her eyes. "Now Miranda my darling, a little bird has informed me of something you neglected to mention. Today isn't just Aragorn and Arwen's special day..." His fingers brushed the back of her neck softly and she opened her eyes. "Happy birthday Miranda." Around her neck hung a beautiful diamond pendant shaped like the Lothlorien leaf that symbolised the Fellowship. Mimi gasped and felt her eyes fill with tears, "Its beautiful," she said, "You didn't need to get me anything." "I wouldn't have done if Roxie hadn't told me about it," said Legolas, "Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?" "I didn't want any fuss. Its just another year and I've never celebrated it before." Legolas took her hand and stood her up, "We don't need to make a fuss," he said running a fingertip along the chain around her neck, "We can have our own private party later tonight, just the two of us." His hands slipped onto her waist and he kissed her neck. Mimi pushed him away and turned her back on him. "Miranda? What's wrong?" he asked reaching out to her. "I'm sorry Legolas I can't..." Without finishing her sentence she ran onto the balcony, having to grab a pillar to stop herself fainting. She cried uncontrollably, her slim body shaking with every sob. Legolas was soon on the balcony with her, "Miranda?" "That's how Pheobus kissed me," she sobbed not looking at him. She felt his hand light on her shoulder. Turning to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. He held her tightly, "I'm sorry Miranda. I didn't think. I should have realised," said Legolas, his voice choked by emotion. "Its me who should be sorry Legolas. I just can't...all I keep seeing is his face, those eyes. Whenever I try to sleep he's there, mocking me and when you touch me, I know its you but I can't shake the feeling that he's deceiving me again. I'm so frightened." She felt him tense beneath her hands as he tried to stop himself crying for her, "For all the hurt he's caused you, for everything he's done, I swear you will have your vengeance Miranda, through me. I will not rest a moment until he is punished for his crimes, by my hand." He paused and then his voice softened, "I will wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable with me again. We shall take each day as it comes. I swear my love will never fail you." "I know," said Mimi looking up at him. She held her lips by his chin and he bent to kiss her. "Things will get better Miranda, I promise," said Legolas releasing her. He wiped her eyes with the sleeve of his robe, "Hey my princess, we've got our first state event to attend as husband and wife." "Twenty-one and a princess," giggled Mimi, "I used to dream about that." "Believe me darling, this isn't a dream."
The hall was crowded with people. Legolas and Mimi weaved through the crowd to the altar at the front. The dagger that hung ceremoniously at Legolas' side brought Mimi great comfort. Elrond greeted them warmly as they approached, "Your Highnesses," he said bowing to them, "My dear friends, welcome." "This is quite a gathering Lord Elrond," said Legolas but I cannot see my brother and sister anywhere. Where are they?" "They have left Rivendell. Princess Ceinwyn asked me to give you this." Elrond handed Legolas a sealed scroll. He opened it and read it aloud:
"My dearest Legolas,
Forgive our swift departure but, having heard your account of the actions of Prime Minister Pheobus, Kaybanarn and I thought it best that we return immediately to Mirkwood to see that he is properly dealt with. Do not act in haste my brother if you encounter him before we do, for I know your temper all too well and I fear your love for Miranda will lead you to do something you will later regret. I shall write with news as soon as I receive it.
Your ever loving sister,
Ceinwyn."
"She sends you words of wisdom Legolas," said Elrond, "At the moment Pheobus' body may be becoming of your arrows but allow the justice of your people to prevail, for your sake as well as Mimi's." "I'll try my best," said Legolas glancing to his right, "I should go to Aragorn, he looks terribly nervous. I'm only a few feet away Miranda." He left her side and walked over to Aragorn. "How are you this morning Mimi?" asked Elrond. "Okay I guess. A little nervous." "He cannot reach you. I have guards everywhere. Try to enjoy today. You look very beautiful." Mimi blushed, "Thank you my Lord," she said walking to her left and joining Roxie with the rest of the bridal party. "Hey sweetie," said Mimi. "Morning Mimi," yawned Roxie, "Happy birthday." "Thank you. I take it you didn't get much sleep last night." Roxie grinned wickedly, "Barely a wink! Are you okay huney, you look a little pale?" Mimi sighed, "I'm a bit nervous about being in a crowd. Too many people I don't know." Roxie took her hand, "You shouldn't let Pheobus rule you. I thought you were baring up alright." "So did I until this morning. He's beaten me Rox. I can't love Legolas anymore. "What do you mean Mimi?" "He said we could have our own private party to celebrate my birthday. He wanted to be romantic but when he kissed me I couldn't get Pheobus' face out of my mind and I pushed him away." Roxie hugged her tightly, "Oh Miranda why did this have to happen to you? You have to try to forget Pheobus. Legolas loves you so much and I know he'll never betray you. Tell yourself that every time Pheobus falls over your mind. You can't let what you have with Legolas die because Pheobus tried to hurt you." "I know. This morning when it happened I wanted him so much but I couldn't make myself go with him. I love him so much but...NO!" "No what, Mimi?" "I will not let Pheobus control me. Legolas is my husband. I love him and trust him and if he wants me tonight I'll go with him willingly. If I can face the armies of Mordor I can face anything." Roxie hugged her, "That's the Mimi we know and love," she said, "Go get him girl!" "We've got a wedding to get through first."
"How are you my friend?" asked Legolas as he stood beside Aragorn. "Nervous as hell," said Aragorn brushing an invisible crease out of his long blue robes, "I look like such a woman." "At least you weren't deemed to have long blond hair," said Legolas, "Combined with a dress I look positively feminine!" "Place you and Ceinwyn side by side and you could be sisters," said Aragorn. Legolas frowned, "Have you seen Arwen this morning?" "No, Roxie told her that it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the service so I've been banned from her company since last night." "I'm glad I married Miranda the way I did then. A moment out of her company and I want to be by her side again. I couldn't cope." Aragorn hugged him, "I'm so glad you're not leaving. It would be way too normal without you and Mimi about." Legolas was about to speak when a flurry of trumpets hailed Arwen's arrival.
The whole congregation fell silent as she walked up the aisle dressed in a beautiful white and silver gown. Aragorn came to her side and Legolas, Mimi and Roxie stood behind the couple. Elrond conducted the service in elvish. When it came to the vows, Mimi felt Legolas brush the back of her hand with his. She took it, intertwining her fingers with his, as Aragorn began speaking his vows. "O mor henion idhu, ely siriar al sila. Ai, Aniron Undomiel Aralinde." Arwen turned to face him, "Tiro! El eria e mor. I lir en luitha uren. Ai, Aniron Elessar Dunedain." Mimi looked at Legolas as Elrond pronounced the couple in front man and wife. "I love you," whispered Legolas. "I love you too. Now and ever more."
The reception was a flurry of dancing and merriment. Mimi watched as Pippin waltzed Roxie round the room. Arwen and Aragorn sat away from the other guests, staring contentedly into eachother's eyes. She ran a finger around the rim of her glass, inwardly rejoicing that fate had brought her here, to people who loved her. A gentle hand on her waist brought her back to reality. "What are you dreaming about?" asked Legolas. Mimi turned to face him and smiled warmly, "Not a lot." "Then you won't mind if I ask you for a dance then." "I can't dance!" exclaimed Mimi. "What are you talking about? You're a professional dancer." "A professional go-go dancer Legolas. I kinda fall flat when it comes to a waltz." Legolas took her hand and stood her up, "Come on darling. Its easy." "Okay I'll try," said Mimi letting him lead her into the dance. She picked up the steps quickly. Legolas whirled her around the room and she couldn't remember when she'd last felt so happy. The crowd no longer bothered her and Pheobus became a distant glimmer in her memory.
After many dances Legolas felt a tap on his shoulder. "Would you mind if I borrowed your wife for a dance?" asked Elrond, "There's something I wish to talk to hr about." "Not at all," said Legolas handing Mimi to him. Legolas kissed her cheek softly, "See you later sweetheart." The music started and Elrond turned her into the dance. "Forgive me my Lord," said Mimi, "But can I ask why you've asked for this dance? We've hardly been the closest of friends." "That is why I asked you," said Elrond, "I want to apologise for my past actions, I was wrong to judge you the way I did. You've proved yourself beyond any doubt and so, if you'll permit me, I would like to welcome you to my family." Mimi smiled, "I'd like that very much," she said, "Legolas speaks well of your family, he loves you all very dearly." "And we love him, he's been part of our lives for many an age. His choosing of you as his wife showed me the error of my ways. I only regret that I will not know you for longer. When Arwen leaves with you for Mirkwood, I shall make my way to the havens from which I cannot return." "Middle Earth will lose a lot when the elven people leave the mainland," said Mimi. Elrond smiled and shook his head, "We shall soon become myths, as the story of thirty-four thirty-four did, and as will your heroic exploits in time." Mimi laughed as the dance ended, "A legend? I can hardly see Legolas and I becoming well known, that fate belongs to Frodo." Elrond kissed the back of her hand, "Whatever fate holds for us Miranda, I'm glad our paths crossed, if only briefly." "So am I Elrond," said Mimi as she left the floor.
Legolas sat with his back to her, watching the hobbits as they danced around Gandalf and Bilbo, obviously under the influence of the strong elven wine. He flinched away as Mimi kissed the delicate point of his ear, "Miranda, stop it. That tickles." Mimi sat behind him laughing, "Can we leave now?" she whispered kissing his neck. "We'd be noticed," said Legolas trying to repress the feelings inside him as she kissed him. She ran her hands up his back and onto his shoulders, "So? We're married. Its hardly illegal." Her voice was soft and seductive. Legolas turned to face her, "I thought you didn't..." "He has gone from my mind Legolas. You are all I see now and for the rest of eternity." The intense longing and honesty in her eyes convinced Legolas that she was truly healed. "Come on," she said taking his hand and walking from the room. Legolas cared nothing for the knowing glances as she led him away from the hustle and bustle of the party to the quiet serenity of her soul company.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
"LEGOLAS! LEGOLAS!" Mimi's screams woke Legolas from his dreams. Instinctively he reached for the daggers that lay faithfully at his side. He glanced frantically around the room, trying to find where the screams were coming from, only to find that Mimi lay beside him, fast asleep. She turned violently and called out his name again, "Legolas! No! Morder! Mordor!" Releasing the dagger, he touched her shoulder and shook her gently, "Miranda?" he said, "Wake up darling." She awoke and looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear for a second but then they softened, "You're still here," she whispered touching his cheek as if to confirm the reality of what she was seeing. "I never left you Miranda, you were having a nightmare," said Legolas pushing the thin strap of her nightdress back onto her shoulder. "It was so real," said Mimi, relaxing as Legolas' arms circled her waist protectively. "Dreams can be. What made you cry out like that? You kept crying about Mordor. Did you dream of the quest?" Mimi's eyes widened as she remembered her dream, "No, not the quest. We were here but we weren't. You kept telling me that this was Mirkwood but it wasn't, it was Rivendell. We were in a hall and we were separated. Everyone was crying and Elrond was sick, like Frodo was when he was poisoned. Sauron came. He grabbed my arm and told me he was going to throw me to the fires of Mordor. Two elves held you and wouldn't let you help me. Then it went black and I heard a baby crying. Its just nonsense really," she said averting her eyes from him. "Dreams are not nonsense," said Legolas, turning her face back to his, "To my people they are ways for the higher powers to communicate with us." "The voice of God!" said Mimi sarcastically, "Okay then, what are your higher powers trying to tell me?" "I don't know. I never learnt to interpret dreams. There should be someone here who could tell you." Mimi laughed, "What? Have my head shrunk by some elf-priest? I don't think so Angel!" Legolas lay his head back on the pillows, "You scared me when I heard you screaming," he said idly tracing a pattern on her hip with a fingertip. "Sorry. I'll tell my dreams to be quiet next time," said Mimi pressing her lips to the base of his neck and seeking comfort from the warm, woodland scent of his skin. "I'm not going to get back to sleep now," he said wriggling in her arms. "You can go and get me something to drink then," said Mimi. "Get it yourself you lazy orc!" Mimi pouted prettily, "But you love me," she whined. "Oh bloody hell, alright," said Legolas sitting up. He leant over the side of the bed, searching through his clothes that lay heaped on the floor with Mimi's robes. "Where are my trousers? I can't see anything in this darkness!" "Does it matter? I'm the only one here," said Mimi. "Its too damn cold to be running around like that," said Legolas pulling his trousers from the pile, "Got them!" "Fine. Spoil my fun," said Mimi as Legolas got dressed and climbed out of bed. "Well we're following our track record," he said wandering over to the dresser and opening a bottle of wine, "Barely an hour's sleep." "You weren't complaining earlier," said Mimi as moonlight filtered from behind a cloud and into their room. Getting out of bed, she came to his side. "Why did you just send me over here if you were going to get up yourself?" said Legolas setting the bottle back on the dresser. "You needed the exercise. You're getting fat in your old age!" she said poking his stomach. "How bloody rude! I haven't put a jot of weight on since you met me...in fact I think I've lost it after all the damn exercise!" Mimi giggled, "Struck a nerve didn't I?" she said flattening her hands against his chest, "You don't need me to tell you you're gorgeous Angel." "No, I have plenty of mistresses to do that for me." Mimi pulled away as she heard the sincerity in his voice but then relaxed as she saw the laughter in his eyes, "You bastard!" she said unable to suppress a laugh, "You don't have time for a mistress Legolas Greenleaf!" "I have a wife that takes up my time," he said catching hold of her nightdress and pulling it over her head. Discarding it to the floor, he took her into his arms, "Do you know what Miranda. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met." "Shut up Legolas!" said Mimi turning him round and pushing him onto the bed. Grabbing her hand as he fell, they landed in the soft elven fabric.
Two weeks passed and it came to the day they were set to leave for Mirkwood. Mimi sat on Descaminord's back and could have been mistaken for a departing Rivendell elf. Her hair was fastened as Legolas wore his, the Ring of Narya glittered in the sunlight, as did the delicate pendant that hung around her neck. Back in her travelling clothes, she felt as if she were back on the quest but this time with her whole life in front of her rather than behind. She watched as Arwen said a tearful goodbye to her father. Legolas climbed up behind Mimi, "I'm going to miss this place," he said. "Me too," said Mimi, "I have a lot of good memories of this place. This is the exact place where we first met, when I arrived with the hobbits and Aragorn." "You were wearing those dreadful boots and that tiny skirt. Despite the mud you were covered in, you looked stunning." "Roxie thought you were a woman," giggled Mimi, "But I thought you were amazing." "That's why I married you rather than Roxie. Ready to see my homeland Mellamin?" "Ready and raring to go." Arwen climbed up onto Hasufel in front of Aragorn, "I love you Father," she said through her tears. "I love you Arwen, your Mother would have been so proud of you. Take care of her for me Aragorn," said Elrond, tears staining his usually stern features. "I will," promised Aragorn. "Take care all of you," said Legolas walking over to Mimi and Legolas, "My dear boy," he said, "You've grown up so much since you've been visiting us. I shall miss seeing you every spring." "And I shall miss you and Rivendell," said Legolas bending down and hugging Elrond. "Goodbye Miranda." "Goodbye Elrond." He said farewell to everyone in turn, "I'm going to miss you all. You can stay for longer if you wish, we don't leave for the havens for another three days," said Elrond glancing hopefully at Legolas. "I'm afraid we can't wait any longer. The pass over the Misty Mountains and Anduin is treacherous enough, any further delay and they would be impassable," said Legolas. "I understand," said Elrond. "Pippin!" called Aragorn, "Put Roxie down, we need to get moving." Disengaging from Roxie, Pippin pulled a face at Aragorn and then helped her onto Loci's back. He climbed up behind her, "Reversed roles this time," he said, "this time I have to make sure you don't fall off." Roxie kissed his cheek and settled back against him, "I love you Pip," she said closing her eyes as the horses made their way out of Rivendell.
Arwen looked back until she could no longer see her Father's waving figure anymore. Tears stung her eyes as she said goodbye to the home and family she'd loved for over two thousand years. She glanced around at her comrades, their numbers were rapidly dwindling. Firstly her Father, Bilbo, Galadriel and Celeborn had remained in Rivendell before journeying to the havens. Then Gimli, the dwarf lord of the Fellowship, had returned to his mines in the Lonely Mountain, far north of Mirkwood. She looked over to Merry, Sam, Frodo, Pippin and Roxie. They had chosen to return to the Shire after seeing Mirkwood, practically the other side of Middle Earth to Gondor. Gandalf, he would come and go as he pleased, but he was also badly scarred and ill from his battles and Arwen knew in her heart he would not be with them much longer. Finally her eyes fell on Legolas and Mimi, two free spirits joined by their undying love. They had chosen to travel to Gondor with her and Aragorn but it would not hold them long. They desired adventure, freedom. The city walls would be a prison to them, they would seek liberty. A gentle move of Aragorn's arm as he steered their mount along the winding path brought her attention back to him. Her husband, a brave warrior and king of men. Any misgivings went from her mind as she closed her eyes against him. His love was all she needed and he gave it to her willingly. She let him guide her home.
Two days passed. Rivendell looked bare as items were packed away, ready for their journey to the havens. Elrond lay on his bed, allowing the cool breeze from the open window wash over him as he meditated. Something was not right, he'd felt uneasy for several days. At first he put it down to the thought of Arwen leaving him but the feeling lingered alongside that loss. A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He got up and opened the door. A servant entered with a sealed scroll, "A messenger from Mirkwood brought this for Prince Legolas my Lord. What should I do with it?" "Give it to me," said Elrond, his heart telling him that the letter contained the answers to his questions. The servant handed him the sealed scroll. "Leave me." Obediently the servant left, pulling the door closed. Elrond broke the seal and read the letter:
"My darling brother,
I pray this letter reaches you before you leave Rivendell as it carries a warning. You must not return home, if you do it is your death. Pheobus reached Elbereth before we did and, through means I cannot comprehend nor have time to explain to you, has convinced Father that you are a traitor. Despite our pleas, Father has pledged your death if you set foot in the city. You and Miranda must flee to the sanctuary of Gondor before it is too late for I fear if you do not return Father will send men to find you. This is my adieu to you as I shall go to the havens without seeing you again. Be of good cheer darling Legolas, I shall think of you often and maybe someday we shall be reunited. I will always love you, more than words can say. Take care. Adieu darling, Ceinwyn."
Elrond ran to the door and flung it open, "You! Boy!" he called to a nearby servant, "Have Asfaloth saddled immediately." "Yes My Lord," said the startled servant as Elrond ran back into his room. Throwing off his normal dress robe, he pulled on his doublet and boots and tied his hair from his face. Fastening his sword about his waist, he stuffed the letter in his pocket and fled the room. Taking the stairs two at a time, he didn't see Galadriel until he went tumbling into her. "Elrond? Why all the hurry?" said Galadriel picking herself up. "No time to explain. I must reach Legolas before it is too late, he and Mimi are in great danger," said Elrond continuing on down the stairs. "Danger? Elrond we are leaving for the havens in a day. You can't possibly follow them to Mirkwood, they have a two day head start." "I have to try. Lead my people to the havens Galadriel, I shall meet you there if I can. If not goodbye, this is my destiny," said Elrond leaving for the courtyard. Galadriel smiled after him, a knowing and distant look in her eyes. A tear broke loose and coursed down her cheek, "I always knew you would be a hero," she whispered, "Goodbye Elrond, until our next meeting."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
Mimi languished, lazily by the campfire as the company rested for the night. They had crossed the Misty Mountains and now camped by a tiny lake at their feet. The sun was beginning to set as Aragorn and Pippin put up four tents that would hold off the rain that the clouds threatened over head. Roxie sat beside Mimi, "Where's your other half huney?" she asked, "Slinked off to escape work or something?" "He said he was going to collect some fire wood. He seemed to want to be alone. He's been distracted all day," said Mimi looking mournfully at her friend. "Really? How come?" "I don't know," said Mimi, "He's just been very, very quiet and that's not like him. Do you think I should go after him?" "He's your husband Mimi, you know him better than I do. Would he want you to go after him?" "It depends. I think I'll go and find him, it'll give me an excuse to be alone with him if anything," said Mimi getting to her feet. She walked into the woods until she found Legolas sitting beneath a large oak tree. He sat with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees, eyes closed. "Angel?" said Mimi, "Legolas?" He didn't answer her. She came beside him and touched his shoulder, "Legolas?" Slowly he opened his eyes, "Miranda?" "Yes huney, its me. Were you asleep?" Legolas turned to face her as she sat beside him, "No I was meditating. I had some questions that I could not answer." "Questions? Is that why you've been distracted all day?" Legolas nodded, "Ceinwyn is trying to warn me of something. Elven twins have a telepathic link but it diminishes over distance and even more so since I lost my immortality. I can hear her call but not her message. It worries me." Mimi guided him to the floor and lay his head on her knees. She stroked his hair, "Try not to dwell on it my love," she said softly, "We are safe. She's probably just trying to get you to hurry to Mirkwood or she may have some news of Pheobus." "That's probably all it is," said Legolas shutting his eyes, "Does this fulfil your fairytale darling Miranda?" "I'd forgotten all about that," said Mimi, "I suppose its quite an achievement, having your dreams come true. Yes, it does fulfil my fairytale. I live in a magical world with dragons and elven kingdoms. I have married my handsome prince and we are going to live happily ever after in our white tower." Legolas laughed, "One to tell our children." Mimi bit her lip and seemed to be deciding whether or not to speak. Legolas sat up and tried to read her expression. "There's something I need to tell you Angel and I think you'll be pretty shocked," said Mimi taking his hand. She placed it on her stomach and recaptured his gaze, "Legolas I think I'm pregnant." Legolas' eyes widened in surprise, "What?!...Oh my God!...Pregnant?! Oh Miranda!" he cried kissing her. He looked down at his hand, "You mean he or she is in there? Our child? Our baby?" "That tends to be the case," giggled Mimi, "I'm not sure yet but I feel different and all the signs point that way. Its as if I can already feel the baby inside me even though they say that's impossible so early on." "This is too weird," said Legolas still stunned, "Us? Parents?" "Its not weird," said Mimi, "We'll make great parents and they'll be the best looking kids around if they take after you." "Kids? You mean you want to have more than one? That's great! I had a wonderful time with my siblings and there were ten of us at home, seven boys and three girls. Mother said we were like a small army, especially when we launched an assault on the palace kitchens." "Mischievous little bugger were you?" said Mimi slipping into his arms. "Ceinwyn was the brains behind it all, she's the more intelligent of us but I was more agile. I tended to be a decoy whilst the others raided the kitchens and terrorised the cook. "So I am to have lots of blond, mischievous, cunning little elven children then?" said Mimi, "God help me." "It will be our greatest challenge yet. Sauron's forces will seem like a minor scuffle when compared to the screams of our little brood. We may have to find another ring of power so that we can send them on a quest to Mordor for a year," said Legolas getting to his feet and helping Mimi up. "Time alone will be a thing of the past," said Mimi. "What? No more wild, passionate nights?" said Legolas pulling her against him, "We can't have that Miranda my darling." Before she could pull away, he kissed her. Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she kissed him back, giving up all conscious thought and letting her spirit merge with his.
Elrond pushed Asfaloth hard across the Misty Mountains. His daughter's horse was the swiftest of all in Rivendell and only rivaled by Shadowfax and Descaminord in the whole of Middle Earth. "Noro lim Asfaloth," said Elrond, desperately trying to gain more speed but the horse was tiring and he would soon have to stop. Gradually he slowed to barely a walk. "No, please move!" cried Elrond, "I have to get to Legolas." The horse stopped dead and refused to move. Elrond climbed down from him and took a small bag off his saddle. He pushed the horse away, "Go home Asfaloth," he said, "I'll go on on foot." Leaving the horse behind, he continued to run across the precarious mountaintop, his desperation filling him with a strength he thought he'd lost a millennia ago. "Celebrian!" he cried to the wind, "Hear my plea Miren. Grant me the strength of your spirit and don't let me fail him." Though nothing could be seen, Elrond could feel his wife'' presence beside him and he ran on, never once stopping.
Legolas led the party along the banks of Anduin until they reached a shallow ford. He led them across and to the foot of a great wood. He pulled Descaminord to a halt and stared into the trees, "This, my love, is Mirkwood," he said to Mimi who sat in front of him. Mimi looked on in amazement at the beautiful, silvery barked trees, "Its beautiful," she said leaning back against him. Aragorn drew Hasufel beside them, "Home sweet home, hey little Greenleaf?" he said, "Legolas? Are you alright? You look very pale." "I have a very bad feeling," said Legolas shutting his eyes. He began muttering in elvish, "Hear me Ceinwyn, I beg you, what is your warning? The woods make me uneasy and I cannot sense your presence. Sweet sister where are you? I am in desperate need of your counsel." Legolas opened his eyes, "I cannot feel Ceinwyn anywhere. She is no longer in Mirkwood." Aragorn lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Your perception is probably dulled Legolas. You said yourself your mortality has affected your link with Ceinwyn. We have not been to Mirkwood for many moons, 'tis merely a feeling of apprehension that you carry. Come along, its still a days ride to Elbereth." Reluctantly, Legolas led the party into the dappled light of Mirkwood.
Elrond made his final descent of the mountains and came to a small lake. It had been his friends' camp barely a day before as there was still evidence of their presence. He sat down on a tree stump, allowing himself a few moments to recover. For two days he had run across the mountains. Day and night without a pause, every thought bent on saving his friends. His heart ached in his chest as he felt failure swim around him. If he failed Legolas, whom he looked upon as a son, he would surely die of grief and sweet Mimi, barley as he had accepted her, he was being forced to lose her in a worse way than he imagined as Legolas' fate was likely to befall her too. Getting to his feet once again, he ran to the banks of Anduin and followed their trail ever north.
Legolas passed the sleeping Mimi down to Aragorn as they dismounted the horses and set up camp for the night. Aragorn lay her at the foot of a tree and Legolas covered her with his cape. "I'll leave her to sleep for a while," said Legolas, "She seems a lot more in need of rest recently." "She and Roxie are barely children in the scheme of things. Both you and I have been riding for days since I was seventeen, they only started a year ago," said Aragorn laying his bag and weapons on the floor. Legolas took off his bow and quiver and placed them beside Mimi. "Funny how things work out isn't it?" he said, "Just over a year ago I'd arrived in Rivendell having been sent on some secret mission by my Father and you turned up with the hobbits. Elrond and Gandalf had shown me Frodo and you introduced me to the others. That's when I saw Miranda, she was in a complete state but she was beautiful. Who'd have thought that frightened little creature in that tiny skirt would become a great warrior and my wife?" "It is strange when you put it that way," said Aragorn, "The slightest change in the past and everything could have been very different. If Thranduil had sent anyone other than you to Rivendell, Roxie and Mimi could be back in London and we could be in a second darkness." Legolas led his friend back to the fireside, "Lady Luck smiled upon us. We seem to lead charmed lives my friend."
Elrond stumbled on a rock and fell hard on the stony shoreline. He tried to regain his feet but his legs buckled and he couldn't move. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the stars, "Curses!" he hissed, "What can I do?" He shut his eyes, allowing his breathing to even out and grow deep. He reached out for his daughter's spirit but she was distant, preoccupied by her serenity and love. Pulling back, Elrond sought Legolas' presence but it was dulled by months of mortality and it was exhausted by its desperation to reach his sister. "I have to warn someone," groaned Elrond. Abandoning all he'd ever believed, he reached out again, this time to a fully mortal, alien spirit. "Miranda, Princess of Mirkwood, hear me child, hear me."
Legolas turned from the fire as he heard Mimi moan softly in her sleep. He shook his head and turned back to Frodo, "She's just dreaming," he said with a smile. "Bless her," said Frodo, "I hope it isn't a nightmare, I hate those things." "No, you can always tell when Miranda's having a nightmare. It involves a lot of screaming." "LEGOLAS!" Mimi's screams nearly deafened the party. She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide but unseeing. Legolas went to her side and tried to wake her, "Miranda? Its okay sweetheart, its only a dream," he said shaking her gently. She didn't respond to him, she just stared blankly ahead. Legolas' face fell, "Miranda? Miranda? Gandalf help me there's something wrong with her, I can't wake her." The old wizard came beside him, "Mimi?" he said shaking her more roughly. She still remained in a trance. Tears broke loose from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as her lips quivered, forming what looked like elven words but making no sound. "She is possessed!" cried Sam as the rest of the band gathered round. Arwen pushed passed the hobbits, "She is being spoken to," she said, "I saw an elven boy like this once in Rivendell. It's a form of elven telepathy used only by my people and never with mortals. To hold a human would take so much skill and desperation." "But who would want to communicate with Mimi this way?" said Gandalf moving his hand in front of her face, trying to get her eyes to focus. "Legolas...warning...Mirkwood...Thranduil...danger," muttered Mimi. "She's saying something," said Aragorn, "Listen." "Legolas...danger...Thranduil...Elbereth." "She's talking nonsense," said Roxie. "Elrond...danger...warning...Legolas...Legolas...Legol..." Her words got softer and softer until they were inaudible. She lay back down, closing her eyes. Her breathing once again became even, as if she was sleeping. Legolas touched her shoulder tentatively, "Miranda? Baby please wake up," he said. She stirred, "Five more minutes Angel," she said. "Miranda wake up!" he said, his voice hard and commanding. Mimi opened her eyes, her expression waiving between hurt and confusion, "Okay, okay I'm awake. What have I done?" She glanced around at the crowd, "What's happened?" she said, sitting up, worried by their faces. "We were hoping you could tell us that Mimi," said Gandalf. "What? I don't understand. What have I done?" "What were you dreaming about Mimi?" asked Arwen. "Dreaming about? I don't even remember falling asleep, let alone dreaming. Legolas what is going on?" said Mimi turning to her husband. "Someone was speaking to you. You were talking about Mirkwood, my Father, and a warning. Then you called my name and Elrond's. Was Elrond the one talking to you?" "I don't know. I can't remember anything since we were riding," said Mimi. Legolas grabbed her shoulders roughly, "Miranda you have to remember!" he said shaking her, "It was a warning for me, for my Father. Please darling try to remember. Whoever contacted you had good reason. You have to remember, our entire fate could depend upon it." Mimi pulled away, tears stinging her eyes, "I can't remember Legolas. I just can't remember!" The intensity in Legolas' eyes faded as he realised that he'd hurt her. He lowered his gaze to the floor, "I'm sorry Miranda." Gandalf got to his feet and signaled for the others to follow him, leaving Legolas and Mimi alone. "I'd tell you if I remembered anything Legolas, you know I would," said Mimi still frightened by his force. "I know. I know," he said taking her face in his hands and kissing her forehead. He hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry." Mimi nuzzled into his chest, "Its okay Angel. You just frightened me, that's all. I 've never seen you that way before, not with me anyway." "I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry. Its just with these terrible feelings I've been having not to mention worrying about you and the baby. Oh darling forgive me please," said Legolas burying his face in her hair. "There's nothing to forgive Angel. I know what stress you're under. Just don't yell at me ever again, you scare me." Legolas raised his head, took her hand and lay it against his chest. Mimi could feel his heart beating faster than she was accustomed to. "I promise," he said kissing her.
Elrond lay, unmoving, for many hours. The moon rose and the stars shone bright above him. He felt weak, drained. His efforts to reach Miranda had been successful, she had heard him but not without great sacrifice. Had he been mortal he could have sworn he'd be dead. Grief threatened to overwhelm him, the one thing that could destroy him aside from an enemy blade. He had contacted Miranda but whether his message was clear to her he didn't know. "It has all been in vain," he moaned closing his eyes and willing death to envelop him. "Elrond! Elrond!" He opened his eyes as he heard someone whispering his name. "Don't give into grief Mellamin. The spirit of Imladris can only be lost to an enemy, do not allow that enemy to be yourself." Elrond closed his eyes once more, not believing what he was hearing, "Celebrian?" He felt soft fingers upon his brow, easing the pain in his head away. He opened his eyes and stared up at the beautiful face of his wife. "It is you!" he said in wonder, "But how? You were slain by the orcs when we returned from Lothlorien, nearly a thousand years ago. To see you I would have to be dead." "Not dead my love," she said softly, "I have returned but briefly. I cannot linger long but I could not see you die, not when you have fought so hard to save our darling Legolas from his fate." Celebrian helped him to his feet, "you must hurry Elrond. Your message did not reach Legolas and by morning they will move further on to Elbereth. You have to warn them." "I cannot. My strength has failed me, I cannot reach them in time." Celebrian pressed the palm of her hand to his and entwined their fingers, "that is not the Elrond I knew, he would not give up." "The Elrond you knew died the day you were taken from me. I am not who I was." Celebrian reached behind his head and pulled the tie from his hair so that it swung loose about his shoulders, "You and I were once as free as Legolas and Miranda. Would you see their love cut short as our's was? You are their only hope Elrond." "But its so hard without you beside me," he said, his azure eyes filling with tears. Celebrian touched his cheek softly, "I've never once left your side Elrond, you know that. I love you." Guiding his face to her's, she kissed him. When they parted she pushed him away, "Now go. Save them." "I cannot leave you." "You must. Don't you see? I am no longer your's. Only in death can we be reunited but that fate does not have to fall to Legolas too. He should have been our son, not a child of Mirkwood. If you love him as I do, you will save him." "I love you Celebrian." She said nothing as Elrond turned and ran along the banks towards the ford to Mirkwood.
Pippin sat on watch as the others slept. He glanced around the campsite at the sleeping figures. The three hobbits lay close to Gandalf, looking so tiny to him now he was human. Aragorn and Arwen slept a slight distance apart, their courtly ways still not allowing them freedom in their relationship. In contrast to the distanced couple, Legolas and Mimi lay away from the group, wrapped tightly in Legolas' cape and eachother's arms. He looked down on Roxie as she slept at his feet, her face covered by her wild curls. How long he sat there he didn't know but, as the sun began to rise, a great unease fell over him. His grip tightened on his sword. He pushed Roxie's shoulder with his foot, "Hey, Rox! Huney wake up." Roxie stirred and sat up, "What is it Pip?" she asked. "Pick up your sword and keep quiet," he said getting up and moving over to Aragorn, "Strider, wake up. Arwen." He woke the entire company. "What is it Pippin?" asked Aragorn fastening his sword around his waist. "I don't know. I feel uneasy," said Pippin. Gandalf groaned, "You woke us all up because you felt uneasy? Fool of a Took!" Pippin looked hurt, "You take it really seriously when Legolas says he's uneasy," he whined, "Why should it be any different for me?" "Because Legolas is an elf and you're a... well I'm still not sure what you really are," said Merry. Legolas came over to the group, his quiver on his back and his bow in his hand, "What's all the noise?" he asked trying to make the straps of his quiver more comfortable as they pushed hard through his thin shirt. Mimi followed close behind, two glittering elven daggers slung low at her hips. "Pippin feels uneasy," said Aragorn sarcastically. Legolas scanned the forest, "Well there's nothing to worry... wait," His vision fell back to their path from the day before. The sunrise made it hard to see but, through the dappled light, he could make out a figure moving towards them at great speed. "What is it Legolas?" asked Aragorn. "I don't know." "An animal?" said Arwen. Roxie squealed quietly, "It could be one of those dreadful wolves. Shoot it down Legolas." Legolas armed his bow and took aim. "Stop!" said Mimi pushing Legolas' arm to the ground before he could fire, "Its human." Legolas bent to her eye level and the sun no longer impaired his vision, "Too tall. It must be elven." Arwen joined them, "Its more than elven," she said in amazement, "Its my Father." As the figure grew closer, his appearance became clear. Arwen and Legolas ran to greet him. "Father!" cried Arwen. Elrond stumbled the last few feet and fell into her arms, "Father?" "Legolas," said Elrond, his whole body shaking with exhaustion. "I'm here cousin. Why did you follow us?" "You must not..." Before he could utter another word, Elrond fell unconscious in his daughter's arms. Legolas lifted him onto his shoulder and carried him back to the camp. He lay him down beside the fire. "Miranda, fetch my bag," said Legolas unfastening the buttons of Elrond's doublet. "What's wrong with him?" asked Aragorn, hugging Arwen as she cried. "Total exhaustion," said Legolas, "He must have run all the way from Rivendell." Mimi returned with Legolas' things. He handed her the black velvet bag from inside, "You know what to do," he said, "Arwen, snap out of it! I need your help." "What must I do?" she asked wiping away her tears. "Talk to him," said Legolas, "He will respond better to your voice." "Father. Please return to us. Wake up." "Ar sindarioriello caita mornie, Romello vanwa, Valimar!" chanted Legolas, "Please don't leave us."
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
It was many hours until Elrond regained consciousness, "Where am I?" he asked, his eyes adjusting to the light. "You are safe Elrond." "Legolas?" "Yes, yes its me. How are you feeling?" "Lousy," said Elrond as he focused on the elven prince, "I'm so glad I found you." "Why did you follow us?" "I came with a warning from your sister," said Elrond taking a screwed up piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to Legolas, "You'd better read this." Legolas got to his feet and unfolded the paper. As he read his expression became darker and darker. "What?" He turned to Elrond, his eyes filling with tears, "tell me this is not true Elrond, please. Tell me this is all in jest." "I can't Legolas. I'm sorry. What your sister writes is true." "No!" cried Legolas throwing the paper into the fire. He kicked over his quiver in frustration, sending arrows skidding across the forest floor. Red blood welled from his knuckles as he struck the rough bark of a nearby tree. He pivoted on his heel, slammed his back against the tree and slumped to the floor, burying his face in his hands. Mimi went over to him and took his hands away from his face. His cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes wide and afraid. "What's wrong?" she asked. "He calls me a traitor Miranda," said Legolas, "A traitor and all because I fell in love." "Who?" said Mimi. "My Father," said Legolas wrapping his arms around her waist and crying into her shoulder. Mimi held him tightly as he cried, "Oh Legolas," she whispered, "I'm so sorry." Elrond got to his feet, "Legolas we have to leave. You risk too much if you remain here." Legolas looked up, "And where should I go? Run to Gondor like a coward? Leave my home, never see Mirkwood again? Never! I am innocent. I've committed no crime." He got to his feet, "No, I shall return to my Father, explain to him the truth about Pheobus, he'll forgive me." "Legolas this is madness!" cried Elrond as the elf-prince collected up his scattered arrows. "Why madness? I am his first son, heir to his throne. Why would he believe Pheobus over me? Even if he does my Mother will help me." Mimi grabbed his hand, "Legolas, Angel, Elrond is right. We planned to live at Gondor anyway, we'll simply be going a little earlier." "But I am not a coward." "I know. I know but are you a fool?" "What?" said Legolas pulling away. "Only a fool would marched to his death with his head held high when he has committed no crime. If Ceinwyn could not convince your father then what hope do you think you have? Think of our child. How can I explain why you aren't with us?" Taking a piece of linen from her doublet pocket, Mimi bandaged his bleeding hand, "Let us go to Gondor." Legolas' troubled expression softened as she kissed the back of his hand. He sighed, her words a welcome comfort, "Whatever you wish Miranda. You and the baby are more important to me than any kingdom. We shall go to Gondor and make it our home." "I believe we should be congratulating you on an impending birth," said Elrond, "But I fear we have no time. We need to cross Anduin by nightfall. Thranduil may have already sent foot soldiers to find you." The group began to gather their belongings. "Not so fast," said an unfamiliar voice. From the trees emerged a group of elves. They surrounded the camp, bows drawn. "Herunumen?" said Legolas, staring at the leader in disbelief. "Laiqalasse, High Prince of Mirkwood, by the orders of King Thranduil, leader of the Silvan elves of this forest, I place you under arrest for treason." "I am your brother. How can you do this?" cried Legolas. "I'm sorry Legolas but I cannot disobey our Father," said Herunumen, "You and your party will come with us to Elbereth. Hand your weapons to the guards. The horses and your other belongings you may bring if you wish." They handed their weapons to the guards, battle was out of the question. One of the elven party tried to take the ring from around Legolas' neck but he placed a hand over it protectively, "The Ring of Narya is a symbol of honour, not a weapon," he said. "Leave it be," said Herunumen, "Come along, all of you."
The elven party led Legolas and his friends to Elbereth. As they reached the great silver gates of the woodland city, Legolas pulled Mimi closer to him, "Whatever happens, always remember that I love you," he said kissing her quickly. "I love you too Legolas. Everything will be fine Angel." Legolas took his riding gloves from the pockets of his doublet, "Put these on," he said, his voice close to a whisper. "Why?" said Mimi taking them from him. "Keep your wedding ring hidden. Do not show it to anyone." Mimi slipped the gloves onto her hands, "What ring?" she said wrapping her arms around his waist. Legolas kissed her hair, "My beautiful Miranda," he whispered as they came upon a raised plateau. They were led up the steps and stood before a company of elves, bowmen watching their every move. Two of the elves sat, in silver robes, upon beautifully crafted thrones. The female elf looked as if she been crying but her partner, who Mimi immediately identified as Thranduil, had a face of stone. Legolas left her side and knelt before his father, "Your Majesty," he said, his voice emotionless. "So you have been found," said Thranduil getting to his feet, "Do you know the charges laid before you?" "I know them but I do not understand them," said Legolas raising his head, "I am no traitor." "Dare you question my judgement boy?" cried Thranduil, his eyes burning with a cold flame. "If you'd let me explain," said Legolas getting to his feet. "Explain?" said Thranduil, "Did you marry a human?" "Yes," said Legolas. "Are you mortal?" "Yes." "Then you needn't waste your time explaining. You know our laws. You have betrayed your people Laiqalasse, you have committed treason." "So our laws call love treason?" said Legolas drawing up to Thranduil. "Love? I see your time in Rivendell has weakened you. Not surprising really, their leader is, after all, only half-elven. He has placed mortal sympathies within you." "Thranduil that is unfair!" said the elven queen, "Elrond has been a great mentor to Legolas." "Be quiet Elemmire! Half his weakness is due to the way you fussed over him as a child." "Don't talk to her like that!" hissed Legolas. "What did you say?" said Thranduil turning back to him. "Don't talk to my Mother that way." Legolas was knocked to the floor as Thranduil hit him hard. Mimi tried to run to him but Elrond held her back. In the end it was Elemmire that went to his aid. She held him tightly to her, "What is wrong with you Thranduil? He is our child," she cried. "Get away from him Elemmire. He is a traitor, unworthy of our blood." Legolas' mother didn't move. "I said get away from him!" Two guards pulled Elemmire away as Legolas knelt before his father in submission. "Laiqalasse, Prince of Mirkwood," said Thranduil, "You are hereby found guilty of treason against our kingdom, the penalty is death!" "No!" cried Mimi, pulling away from Elrond and throwing herself on her knees at Thranduil's feet, "Please Your Majesty, don't kill him." "If it is not Miranda, my fair daughter-in-law," said Thranduil, "And what, pray tell, gives you the right to beg me for mercy?" Mimi looked up at him, calling on all her courage, "I am the reason you call Legolas a traitor. If it wasn't for my existence you would love him as you once did, and it is my love for him that has persuaded me to offer you this alternative. Although your great power cannot change the past and eradicate my presence in Middle Earth, it can change the future. Take my life in his place." Mimi heard stifled gasps from all those who could hear her. "Miranda, you can't," said Legolas coming to her side and taking her hands, "I will not have you die for me, I love you." "And I love you. That is why I cannot sit by and see you executed because of me." Legolas' eyes held her's intently and they understood one another without words. "Then we face this together," said Legolas, "Your Majesty, take us both." For a moment their bravery nearly pushed Thranduil to retracting his decision but Pheobus came to his side. "Your Majesty, a word," he said. "What is it Prime Minister?" said Thranduil. "You should not put them to death, it is too easy a path." "Well what do you suggest?" said Thranduil. "Give them both their living hell, separate them for the whole of their lives." Thranduil considered Pheobus' plan for a moment, "Indeed. It would spare my son's life but rid me of the human. Very well. I shall take Laiqalasse to the havens and there he shall remain. The human I will send to the most northern point of Middle Earth and have her stay there until the end of her days." "The plan has potential," said Pheobus, "But I feel a more ruthless end is needed. When I discovered the prostitute was not from Middle Earth, I set about trying to discover how she'd arrived. Finally I located an ancient incantation which will allow us to open a portal to her world and then, with the burning of the words, seal it for eternity so that she cannot return." Legolas held Mimi tightly against him, "No!" he cried. "Have you this incantation Pheobus?" asked Thranduil. Pheobus pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, "Right here." "Good. Bring me the human." A guard pulled Mimi from Legolas' arms and dragged her before Thranduil. Pheobus began to chant the incantation as Mimi kicked and screamed in the guard's grip. Elrond's cry stopped Pheobus short. "Wait! Wait! If you have a heart within you Thranduil, give us a moment to say goodbye." Thranduil's stony eyes softened slightly, "She may have a moment." Legolas took Mimi from the guard and whispered something to her to quiet her. She hugged him and nodded. Legolas led her over to her friends and nodded towards them, telling her to say goodbye. Firstly she knelt down to the three hobbits, hugging them each in turn. "My three special babies," she said, "Take care of eachother, you hear? Merry, don't you go making too much mischief. Sam, make your garden beautiful, I want it to rival even Lothlorien." The little hobbit nodded, desperately trying to keep a brave face. "No more quests okay Frodo?" "No more quests," he said, his azure eyes filling with tears, "Unless you tumble back into the Shire. Goodbye Mimi." She got to her feet, blowing them each a kiss. She hugged Gandalf, "Thank you for all the fireworks and for convincing him that I'm not all bad," she said indicating to Elrond. She moved to him and curtsied before him, "Goodbye Lord Elrond." Elrond raised her to her feet and hugged her tightly. Taking off his cape he fastened it about her shoulders, "Don't know what the weather's going to be like in London. I wouldn't want you to get ill," he said kissed her forehead, "Adieu sweet Miranda, thank you for teaching me that I was wrong." "Maybe you can teach the Can-Can to everyone at the havens," said Mimi wiping away his tears, "You'd be great." Elrond laughed weakly, "I can try." Mimi walked over to Arwen and Aragorn and hugged them both, "Make sure you two have lots of babies and take care of eachother," she said, "Look after him for me Arwen, he may be a tough old ranger but he needs a hug now and again." "I need one now," said Aragorn taking Mimi into his arms, "If I had known at Bree that night what a person you'd become I would have thought I was dreaming. Take care my dear friend." Mimi hugged him back, "I fought for Gondor, keep it alive for me." "I promise." "Cross your heart?" "Cross my heart," said Aragorn marking a cross on his chest. Mimi turned to Pippin and Roxie, "Hey you two, I want lots of little nieces and nephews." "Oh Mimi!" cried Roxie bursting into tears, "Its not fair." Mimi hugged her, "It cannot be helped. Be brave for me and take care of yourself. I'll say goodbye to Big Ben and Nelson for you." "Can you tell Prince William that I've found someone else?" giggled Roxie through her tears. "I'll pop in and get the corgies to pass on the message," said Mimi kissing her cheek, "Bye Sis." "Bye Mimi." Mimi picked up her bag and wandered back over to Legolas, "Hey you," she said tilting his face up to look at her, "What are you crying for? You always told me that a warrior isn't allowed to cry, unless he really has to. Be brave Legolas, you're so strong, I know you are." Legolas choked back his tears and managed a weak smile, "Not without you. Oh Miranda, I don't know what to say. There's so much I want to say to you but I can't put it into words," he said. Mimi curled his hair around her fingers, "I know Angel. There's something I want you to have," she said taking a small piece of card out of her bag and handing it to him, "It's the copy we were going to give to your father. Now we both have one." "Our photograph," said Legolas repressing a choked laugh as he still stumbled over the pronunciation. "To remember me by," said Mimi taking his free hand. "I'll never forget you. I love you so much Miranda." He kissed her, shakily, desperate to touch her but not wanting to as he knew it would be for the last time. Mimi pulled him to her, capturing his lips fully. As she released him she lay his hand on her stomach, "Lorindol for a boy. Namarie for a girl, right?" "Right," said Legolas, "Take care of them, tell them I love them." "I will. I love you." Legolas hugged her tightly, "I will do everything I can to find you Miranda," he said. She kissed him again but a guard pulled her away and back to Thranduil. She didn't scream or kick, she would be brave, one last moment she owed to the man she loved. Elrond held Legolas up, feeling the younger elf's body shake with repressed sobs as he too fought to be brave. Pheobus began to recite the incantation but it was in a language unknown to anyone in the room. A swirling white pool appeared in the air in front of Mimi. She looked up at Thranduil, praying he'd change his mind but to no avail. Turning her back to the portal she blew a kiss to Legolas, "I love you my Angel." "I love you," he said, his tears breaking loose as he saw her crying. She stepped backwards. Gradually the swirling white light began to inch in on her perception, hiding the faces of her friends. The last face she saw was Legolas. As the light surrounded her she heard his cries. "MIRANDA! MIRANDA!"
Roxie pulled Mimi into the field. They turned, expecting to see Brad and the alley, but instead there was a steep drop onto a country lane below. "Err Mimi, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," said Roxie. "What is this place?" said Mimi taking in every detail, "Its beautiful." And indeed it was. Ahead stood a golden cornfield and around them were trees of every shape, size and shade of green possible. The sky was crystal blue and without a cloud. The serenity was shattered by shouts and the sound of running feet from the cornfield ahead. No sooner had they heard the noise than Mimi and Roxie were sent flying down the slope as four little people ran into them from the field. They landed in a heap at the bottom. "Ooh that was close," said a broad, Scottish accent, "Merry will you get your great fat arse off me, you're so heavy." Roxie got off the little Scottish man, "My name's not Merry thank you very much," she said, insulted. The little man rolled onto his back, "Who on Earth are you?" "What the Hell are you?!" said Roxie taking his odd appearance. The little man was no more than four feet tall and his feet were oversized and covered with hair. His clothes were like something out of an on the farm period drama and his hair was in sweet curls. He had an adorable face and a cute smile as he took in Roxie's puzzled expression. "I'm a hobbit," he said proudly, "Don't you know what a hobbit is?" Roxie ignored him as she scanned the others. There were three other hobbits with them. One, slightly taller than the rest, helped Mimi to her feet. "Thank you," said Mimi staring into his strikingly blue eyes, "I wonder if you could help us Mr...?" The little man regarded her for a moment, seemingly judging her. His eyes held her's and she could almost feel them touch her soul. "Baggins," he said softly, "My name's Frodo Baggins." He offered her his hand and Mimi shook it warmly. "Mimi Tolkien, and that's Roxie Jackson," she said indicating to Roxie. Frodo made a simple but dignified nod in her direction and Roxie forced a polite smile. He helped another hobbit, who was a little shorter and fatter than the rest and more simply dressed, to his feet. "This is Samwise Gamgee." Sam blushed as Mimi took his hand, "Pleased to meet you," she said giving him a warm, reassuring smile. "Hello," said Sam in a deep country accent that matched his appearance. "And this is Meriadoc Brandybuck, Merry for short," said Frodo as an attractive sandy haired hobbit jostled Sam aside. "Hello Mimi," he said with a mischievous smile, "Hey Roxie." "And finally Peregrin Took, more commonly called Pippin," said Frodo, "Pippin this is Mimi," "Hi." "And Roxie," "We've met," hissed Roxie shooting the little hobbit a vehnemous glance. "Now what was your question Miss Tolkien?" asked Frodo returning his attention to her. "Please, its Mimi and I was wondering if, this is going to sound really daft, you could tell us where we are?" said Mimi blushing. "You're in the Shire," said Frodo, matter-of-factly. "The Shire?" said Mimi, glancing over to Roxie who shrugged, "Err Frodo have you ever heard of a place called London?" "London? No." "Okay England?" "Where in Middle Earth is England?" exclaimed Pippin. "Middle Earth!" cried Roxie, "Oh God now I'm really confused. Frodo what's...Frodo?" The little hobbit's attention was drawn along the road, "I think we should get off the road," he said but the others paid him no mind. Suddenly an odd, piercing cry in the distance echoed through the wood. "Get off the road," cried Frodo. Grabbing Mimi's hand, he pulled her off the road and beneath a raised hollow tree root. The others followed behind, squeezing into the tiny hollow. They were all silent as the sound of horses' hooves stopped above them. They heard the rider get off and lean down over the tree stump. Mimi had to bite her lip to stop herself screaming as spiders, millipedes, and every other disgusting creepy-crawly emerged from the ground. The air chilled all around them and Mimi could hear Frodo breathing as if he was fighting some unseen oppression. Suddenly her attention was drawn to Merry as he threw a sack away to his right. The rider was alerted to the sound and sped away after it. Mimi, Roxie and the hobbits bolted for the cover of the brush. "What was that?" said Merry flopping down in the long grass. Frodo stood, staring at a simple circlet of gold in his hand. He stuffed it away in his pocket. Mimi went up to him and took his hands. He looked up at her, frightened and determined all in one heartbeat. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Fine," said Frodo, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." "Hey, its like dodging the drunks back home," said Mimi, "Look Frodo, I know we don't know you and you don't know us but Roxie and I need someone to help us figure out a way to get home and well, would you help us?" "I can't but my friend, Gandalf, could. We're going to meet him now. He's a wizard, maybe he could help you and you would be welcome company. Come on, we shouldn't stop for long." Frodo took the head of the group and began to lead them onwards. Roxie fell into step beside Mimi, "Wizards? Hobbits? Mimi this is turning into one of your fairytales," she said. Mimi giggled, "I guess it is. They're so sweet, especially little Pippin, I love his accent." "Whatever," hissed Roxie, "Bloody annoying if you ask me. Frodo's sweet thought but a little weird. So you reckon Prince Charming might turn up soon?" "We'll see," said Mimi, "My own fairytale, can you imagine it? A city with a great ivory tower and my prince. Oh Roxie do you think it will happen?" Roxie linked her arm through Mimi's, "I don't know. Maybe if you're happy for him to be four foot high." "Hey, we'll match," said Mimi. "You're not quite four foot chicken," said Roxie. "Five-two's close enough," said Mimi, "This place is so lovely."
For the entire day they travelled in the dense wood, dodging the strange riders in black and not daring to risk stepping on the road. As night fell it became even harder to dodge the riders. "Those riders are looking for something, or someone," said Merry, "Frodo?" Frodo breathed deeply, "We cannot stay in the Shire, Sam and I must get to Bree." "Right," said Merry, "Buckleberry ferry, follow me." They darted out of the brush and onto the road. From nowhere appeared one of the riders, his horrific black horse blocking their way. He grabbed for the hobbits, Mimi and Roxie. They slipped passed him and made for the river, running as fast as they could. They boarded the ferry and Sam began to untie the ropes. Turning they saw Frodo running to them, closely pursued by the rider. "Run Frodo," cried Pippin as the raft was taken from the shore by the strong current of the Brandywine river. Frodo reached the bank and leapt onto the raft, leaving the rider a safe distance away. The rider turned back and headed to the road. He met another two and made off along the road. "How far to the nearest crossing?" asked Frodo. "The Brandywine bridge," said Merry, skillfully steering the little raft along the river, "Twenty miles." They crossed the river and once again began their journey to Bree. The weather turned and they were soon drenched. Both Mimi and Roxie's clothes were totally unsuited to the terrain. Finally they reached the gates of the village. Frodo knocked loudly on the door. The gatekeeper opened it and shoved a lantern in their faces. "Hobbits!" he exclaimed, "Four hobbits and good mistresses. What business brings you to Bree?" "We wish to stay at the inn, our business is our own," said Frodo. "Alright young Master, I meant no offence," said the gatekeeper as he ushered them into the village, "Its my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad." "You don't know the half of it," muttered Roxie as they followed Frodo through the dank, dark streets that were even more daunting than Soho. In the end they reached their destination, the inn of The Prancing Pony. Roxie and Mimi stood back as Frodo went up to the bar, which towered high above his head. The innkeeper, a large, bearded man, looked over. "Good evening little Masters," he said cheerily, "If you're seeking accommodation we have some nice, cosy hobbit sized rooms available for you Mr...err...?" "Underhill," said Frodo, "My name's Underhill." "I thought his name was..." said Roxie, trailing off as Mimi nudged her in the ribs. "Underhill...?" said the innkeeper thoughtfully. "We're friends of Gandalf the Grey, could you tell him we've arrived?" said Frodo. "Gandalf? Gandalf?" said the innkeeper not recognizing the name, "Oh Gandalf! I remember, elderly chap, big grey beard, pointy hat...haven't seen him for six months." Frodo's face fell. "What do we do now?" said Pippin.
They sat and ate into the evening, forever watching the door for Gandalf to arrive. "Don't worry Sam," said Frodo, "He'll be here, he'll come." "I hope so," said Roxie, "I want to go home. I'm cold and dirty and tired and I don't like this place." Mimi giggled as she watched Merry, weighed down by a pint-sized tankard, waddle back to the table. "What's that?" asked Pippin as Merry sat down. "This my friend is a pint," said Merry proudly. "It comes in pints?" exclaimed Pippin, "I'm getting one." "But you've had a whole half already," called Sam after him as Pippin headed for the bar. Mimi and Roxie laughed at the comic display but their smiles faded as Sam's attention was drawn to the corner. "That man's done nothing but stare at you since we arrived," he said to Frodo, subtly indicating to a man, hidden under his cape and smoking a long wooden pipe in the corner. "Hah," said Roxie, "Perception check. Have you seen the size of the skirt Mimi's wearing? Unless that guy's a batty its not Frodo he's staring at." "Even so..." said Frodo reaching for the inn keeper's sleeve, "Excuse me, that man over there, who is he?" "He's one of them rangers," said the innkeeper, "Dangerous folk they are wandering the wilds. What his right name is I've never heard but, round here, he's known as Strider." "Strider," said Frodo as the innkeeper moved away. Frodo's eyes began to cloud over and Mimi could swear she could hear an odd, low-pitched whispering. He snapped back to attention as Pippin's voice echoed in the small tavern. "Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins, he's over there, Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin, once removed on his mother's side." "Pippin!" cried Frodo, running towards the other hobbit. He grabbed his shoulder but, as Pippin turned, Frodo slipped and fell. The gold circlet left his hand and flew into the air. He reached out for it as it came back to earth and it fell with absolute precision onto his finger. He disappeared. Loud gasps ran through the crowd and even Frodo's hobbit companions seemed bemused and afraid. Mimi's attention was drawn to the man in the corner as he got to his feet. Frodo still hadn't appeared and the hobbits were getting frantic. Suddenly Mimi spotted him reappear by a pillar in the corner of the room. She got up to go to him but the man got there first and pulled him up by the collar of his jacket. He shoved Frodo up the stairs. This was noticed by the other hobbits. "Frodo!" exclaimed Merry. Picking up anything they could find to arm themselves with, the three hobbits ran upstairs, with Mimi and Roxie close behind. They stormed through the door only to be met by the glitter of a drawn sword. Seeing that his foes were three mere hobbits and two frightened women, the man resheathed his sword. "You have a stout heart little hobbit but that will not save you," he said to Sam, "You can no longer wait for the wizard Frodo, they are coming." Without further word the mysterious Strider ushered them out of the room and to another tavern across the street. There, he paid for a room and took them all upstairs. "Sleep, all of you, we have a long journey to make tomorrow," said Strider sitting in a chair by the window, "I promised Gandalf I would take you on to Rivendell if he did not arrive this night." "Rivendell!" exclaimed Sam, "We're going to see the elves?" "Indeed Master Gamgee. To be precise we are heading to the house of Elrond Halfelven, the lord of Rivendell." "Hey, more little people," said Roxie, "And this time they have wings." "Elves don't have wings," said Frodo. "Nor are they little people," said Strider, "An average elf would be at least a foot taller than our dark haired friend here." He indicated to Mimi. "I have a name," said Mimi. "I thought as much," said Strider, a slight smile briefly lighting his handsome, rugged features, "But I cannot use it as I do not know it." Mimi blushed as his eyes glittered with surpressed laughter. "Mimi Tolkien," she said. Roxie moved in front of her, "And I'm Roxie Jackson." Strider smiled but then his face returned to his normal stern expression, "Sleep now. We leave early." He turned back to the window, indicating that the conversation was over.
The night wore on and three of the hobbits slept. Frodo kept a vigil at the window with Strider. Roxie rolled over to face Mimi who was sleeping. "Hey," she whispered poking her, "Mimi." Mimi woke up and looked unhappily at her friend, "What?" she hissed in a low voice. Roxie's face fell, "I'm scared Mimi, I don't like this. Wizards, hobbits, elves, that strange Strider bloke, this is too weird." "Don't be scared Rox. Okay so those black riders were scary but the hobbits are nice and Strider may be a bit stern but he's got a good heart, I can tell. Maybe its because I dreamed of something like this happening that I'm not scared. This is like the fairytales I've read all my life." "So you think Strider might be Prince Charming?" said Roxie with a sly smile. Mimi giggled, "No. He's very handsome and I imagine quite charming but he's not for me. He's too rough and ready. My prince is gentle, intense but subtly, and beautiful. I'll know him when I see him. Besides, Strider's too dark, I prefer blond men." "You would," giggled Roxie, "Do you think Prince whatsits in Rivendell? Maybe he's an elf-prince." "Don't be daft. Me and an elf. He probably wears a silly green hat and pointy shoes and sits on toadstools," said Mimi, "But if he doesn't... hey he's gotta like me too remember." Roxie opened her mouth to speak but a terrifying, piercing screech echoed from the Prancing Pony. All the hobbits woke and sat bolt upright, scared out of their minds. "What are they?" asked Merry as he moved to the window and saw the black riders leaving the tavern opposite. "They were once men," said Strider, "Great Kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed they took them without question, one by one falling to darkness. They are the Nazgul, Ringwraiths. Neither living or dead. They are searching for the Ring, forever drawn to the power of the One. They will never stopped hunting you."
Chapter Three.
For six days they travelled through the wilds, Strider taking the lead, as he took them to Rivendell. It was Hell on earth for Roxie and Mimi, they had no travelling clothes only the clothes they wore and their dance outfits. Roxie was distant and moody. She was not one for cold or the rain and she made everyone knew it. Mimi, however, desperately tried to make the best of a bad situation. She loved the hobbits, especially Frodo. He was a dream, kind, funny, all the things she'd ever dreamed for her fairytale. Strider, however, remained distant. He seemed to be thinking, carrying a heavy burden that he could not share. Mimi's heart ached for him, when they spoke, even of trivial things, she could see the pain in his eyes. She wanted to help but, without him opening up to her, there was nothing she could do. Emerging from a small wood, they came upon the ruins of an ancient fort, resting on a great mound. "This was the great watch tower of Amon Sul," said Strider looking up at the fort, "We shall rest here tonight." He set off ahead. "Any luck getting through to old misery guts?" asked Roxie falling into step beside Mimi. "Don't call him that," said Mimi, "Something's troubling him." "Well ask him what's wrong." "I can't, its rude," said Mimi, "I barely know him." "If you don't I will," said Roxie, "And you're a lot more tactful than I am." "Oh alright, I'll talk to him but later okay, I'll get him on his own." "Easy Tiger," exclaimed Roxie. "Oh Rox don't be daft. I've told you already, Strider isn't my type," said Mimi. "Roxie. Mimi," called Pippin from behind, "Wait up." "I think Strider has the right idea," growled Roxie, "I'm going to walk alone." She stormed off as Pippin came up to them. "Mimi, why doesn't Roxie like me?" asked the little hobbit. "I don't know," said Mimi, "She wouldn't say. Things will get better Pippin. Roxie's just not a people person. If its any consolation, I like you. You're very sweet." Pippin blushed and smiled up at her, "I like you too. The stories you tell about your world amaze me." "They amaze you?! What about your world? I never once thought I'd be going to visit elves. Have you ever seen an elf?" asked Mimi. Pippin shook his head, "No but I've heard stories about them from Bilbo, Frodo's uncle. He met the Mirkwood elves when he was on his quest to the Lonely Mountain." "Mirkwood elves?" said Mimi. "Elves from the Northern realm of Mirkwood," explained Pippin, "From the other side of the Misty Mountains. The elven city is called Elbereth after the star and it is ruled over by King Thranduil and Queen Elemmire. The elves are very beautiful, their son, Legolas, is especially famed." "Legolas?" asked Mimi, giggling at the name. "Prince Legolas, heir to the throne of Mirkwood, although he may not make the post. With his famed looks also comes his famed rebellion," said Pippin, "He is a curious one, I hear, and very headstrong. Rumor has it that he recently refused a third arranged marriage." "Good for him," said Mimi, "People shouldn't be told who they can and can't marry." "Try telling his father that," said Pippin as they reached the summit of the mound. They sat down on the hard, rocky plateau. Strider took a heavy bag off his back and emptied the contents onto the floor. Inside were four short swords, mini replicas of the one he carried himself. He handed one to each of the hobbits. "These are for you, keep them close," he said, "I'm afraid I have nothing for you ladies. If the need arises I want you to remain hidden." "The need arises...?" said Roxie looking frightened. She shifted closer to Merry. "I'm going for a look around," said Strider getting up and moving away. "Wait," called Mimi. "Yes?" "I want to come with you." Strider frowned, "I usually like to..." he trailed off and caught her pleading gaze, "Okay, alright, you can come." Mimi ran up to him and they headed into the darkness. "I'm going to get some sleep," said Frodo settling down as best he could. "Same here," said Roxie, "My feet are killing me. Not that I'll sleep, its too fucking cold." "Come here," said Frodo. Roxie lay beside him and he hugged her tightly. "Warmer?" he asked. "Much," said Roxie hugging him back. Pippin felt something stir inside him as Roxie fell asleep beside Frodo. "Hey Pip, what's up?" said Merry, "You look like you want to commit murder." "Its not fair," hissed Pippin, "Why does she like Frodo and not me? Everyone always prefers him." "Ooh, jealousy raises its ugly head," mocked Sam, "Do you like her or something?" "No," cried Pippin blushing, "I just...oh shut up. Let's eat, I'm starving."
"Strider, is something bothering you?" asked Mimi to the silent ranger beside her. "We have nine Nazgul riders behind us and I have to get Frodo to Rivendell alive. I would say something's bothering me," said Strider quickening his step. Mimi matched his speed and caught his arm, "You know that's not what I mean," she said, "I can see you carry some heavy burden that is hurting you deeply. Perhaps the pain will ease if you share it." Strider turned to her and smiled sadly, "Despite the kindness that I know is within you Mimi, you would not understand." "Try me," pressed Mimi, "You think because I'm not from your world I don't understand your problems? I'm human too Strider." He took her hand and sat her down beside him, "This is very hard," he said softly, "If I tell you do you promise not to tell anyone, not even Roxie?" Mimi marked a cross on her chest, "Cross my heart," she said. "Well to start with my name isn't Strider, its Aragorn." Mimi looked at him quizzically, "I take it that if I was native to Middle Earth that revelation would have been met with a gasp," she said. Aragorn laughed, "I suppose it would, it doesn't have the same affect on an out-of-towner. I am the heir to the throne of Gondor and Arnor, heir to the rule of men," he said, "A long time ago, in the Second Age, the year thirty-four thirty-four to be exact, there was a great battle. An alliance of men and elves marched on Mount Doom, in the dark land of Mordor, to destroy the dark lord Sauron. Sauron had a ring, the one Frodo carries, that allowed him power over Middle Earth. I will spare you the details but my ancestor, Isildur, took the Ring from Sauron and could have destroyed it but he didn't. He betrayed my bloodline and shamed my family. I fled to exile from my homeland in Gondor. I did not want to be another treacherous king in the line of Elendil and Isildur." Mimi lay a hand on his shoulder as he paused, "Are you okay?" she asked. Aragorn nodded, "I'm fine. I was lucky. I went to Rivendell and I was taken in by Lord Elrond. He raised me as his own and that's where I met Arwen." "Arwen?" "Elrond's daughter, the woman I love. You'll meet her when we reach Rivendell." "Aragorn do you...?" Mimi began but the familiar scream of the Ringwraiths stopped her. "Frodo!" said Aragorn pulling a dagger from the side of his thigh and handing it to Mimi. She took it reluctantly, "I can't fight." "Your instincts will guide you," said Aragorn as they ran to the camp. It was deserted. Aragorn took up a burning branch and led Mimi up the stairs to the plateau above. It took Mimi a moment to understand the situation as Aragorn ran into the fray, sending three of the Ringwraiths burning and screaming from the plateau. Mimi ran to Frodo who was lying in Sam's arms. "What happened?" she asked. Before Sam could answer a wraith came at them. Without a thought, Mimi took up Sam's sword and fought back. Striking it in it's midsection, she sent the wraith screaming from Amon Sul. Joining Aragorn, they fought off the final five. The others were crowded around Frodo. Aragorn pushed through to him. "What's wrong with him?" asked Pippin. "He's been stabbed by a Morgoth blade," said Aragorn picking up the Nazgul's dagger. It disintegrated in his hand and he threw the hilt to the floor, "This is beyond my skill to heal," he said examining Frodo's shoulder and lifting him into his arms, "He needs elvish medicine." They packed up their camp as Frodo wailed in Aragorn's arms. They headed back into the wild, painfully aware of the wraiths that followed close behind. "Do those bastards never die?" cried Roxie. "Not until the Ring is destroyed," said Aragorn, "Hurry, we need to get Frodo to Rivendell."
They ran for miles, stumbling over fallen trees and the heavy brush. Her heels catching in a vine, Mimi fell. Pippin helped her to her feet, she was covered in mud. She tried to walk but pain flared in her ankle. "Strider," called Pippin. The ranger turned. "She can't go on." "Roxie take Frodo," said Aragorn handing the crying hobbit to her. He came over to Mimi and lifted her into his arms, "We can rest a little further on," he said, "Through there."
They ventured further, slower now, until they reached a clearing with three ugly statues of trolls. Aragorn lay Mimi down and then took Frodo from Roxie. The wraiths screamed close by. "They're close," said Merry, his eyes darting around in the darkness. Sam was fussing over Frodo, "Mister Frodo? Frodo? He's going cold." "Sam," called Aragorn, "Do you know the Athalas plant?" "Athalas?" "Kinsfoil?" "Kinsfoil, yes it's a weed," said Sam. "It may help to slow the poison, help me find some." Taking up two lighted torches, they headed into the brush. Mimi shuffled over to Frodo, "Hold on little one," she said stroking his forehead, "stay with us Frodo." "Strider better hurry," said Roxie, "Those creatures are getting closer." "I'm scared," said Pippin edging closer to her. Mimi thought Roxie would pull away but instead she hugged the tiny hobbit tightly and kissed his hair, "We'll be okay Pip. We'll get to Rivendell, you'll see," she said softly. The sound of galloping hooves caught their attention. "Wraiths?" hissed Merry. A light appeared ahead and a white horse emerged from the woods. A beautiful, dark haired woman in long flowing robes got off the horse, making no sound as she hit the floor. Frodo looked over to her, drawn by the eerie light that surrounded her. "Frodo," she said, "Im Aruwan tellin lle thiy. Lasto beth nin tollo del nen galot." Aragorn and Sam ran back into the clearing. The woman and Aragorn knelt beside Frodo. "Frodo?" called the woman. He wailed as Aragorn tended his shoulder. "He's fading," said the woman as Aragorn picked up the little hobbit and walked over to the beautiful horse. "Who is she?" asked Pippin. "She's an elf," said Merry noticing her delicately pointed ears. "We have to get him to my Father," said the elf, "I have been searching for you for three days. There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know." Aragorn put Frodo on the horse's back and turned to the elven woman. At first Mimi thought they were speaking too quietly to be heard but then she realised they were speaking in a completely foreign language. They began arguing, Aragorn trying to persuade her of something but she was being stubborn. "I do not fear them," she said reverting back to English. "I know," said Aragorn helping her on to the horse behind Frodo, "Arwen, ride hard, don't look back." The elven woman held his gaze for a moment and then spoke to her horse, "Noro lim Asfaloth," she said. "What are you doing?" cried Sam as Arwen sped off into the woods, "Those wraiths are still out there." "She knows what she's doing," said Aragorn watching after her.
A night's rest saw Mimi's ankle healed and they headed onwards to Rivendell. Aragorn was even quieter than usual as he led them through the woods. He was worried and only Mimi knew why. Roxie was protesting to his attitude and Mimi wanted to scream at her that Aragorn had every right to be silent as he'd just sent the woman he loved alone against the Ringwraiths that hunted the precious hobbit she carried. As the day began to wane, they came upon a path that led deep into a valley. Descending the path the sight that greeted them was breath taking. Amongst the tall trees and crystal waterfalls sat a beautiful citadel. It was so at one with it's surroundings that it almost looked as if nature had put it there. "Is that Rivendell?" asked Mimi coming beside Aragorn. He nodded, not looking at her. "She'll be there Aragorn, she'll be fine," said Mimi. "I hope so," said Aragorn managing a weak smile. Following Aragorn into the city they were greeted by a group of dark haired elves in deeply coloured robes. At first Mimi thought they were all female as the had long, perfectly styled hair and light, porcelain complexions, but they were both men and women. One man stepped forward to Aragorn, who bowed low before him. "My Lord," said Aragorn returning to standing. "Aragorn, we have prayed to the spirits for your safe return," said the elven lord, hugging him. "My safe return is unimportant," said Aragorn, "Did the Lady Evenstar and Frodo arrive safely?" "Yes they are safe. Frodo is recovering and Gandalf is with him. He will sleep for many days, the poison went very deep, he..." "ARAGORN!" A loud yell from across the courtyard caught everyone's attention. In a flurry of movement a tall, blond figure ran to Aragorn and hugged him tightly. "Mirky!" cried Aragorn hugging him back and then pulling back to look at him, "What are you doing here?" "Father sent me. Something about a quest, pretty exciting hey?" said the strangely beautiful elf. Mimi regarded him silently. He was tall, over six foot, with long blond hair that flowed without a flaw over his shoulders and was fastened in a half plait to keep it from his eyes. His complexion was pale but healthy and his clothes were like something out of a Robin Hood drama but, above all else, he was deeply, eerily beautiful. "Hah! Batty boys!" hissed Roxie beside her. Mimi elbowed her hard. "Don't make assumptions. Their world is different to our's," said Mimi. "Yes Mum," giggled Roxie, "So Mimi do you believe in love at first sight?" "You what?" "Nothing," said Roxie as Aragorn brought the blond elven man over to them and the hobbits. "Legolas my friend, meet my charges. Meriadoc Brandybuck, Samwise Gamgee and Peregrin Took." "Pleased to meet you," said Legolas, "This is the first time I've met a conscious hobbit. I was here when Frodo's Uncle Bilbo was in Mirkwood." The hobbits stood staring at him in stunned silence. Legolas laughed, "I see my title proceeds me. Please I don't care for ceremony, treat me as an equal." Pippin nodded vaguely. "And this is Roxie Jackson and Mimi Tolkien," said Aragorn. "Hi!" said Roxie, "So what's the rep?" "Excuse me?" said Legolas confused. "You said your title proceeded you," said Roxie, "What is it?" "Arwen was right, you're not from around here are you? The title I come with is high Prince of Mirkwood," said Legolas. Roxie giggled, "You need to talk to her then," she said indicating to Mimi, "She has a thing for princes." "Rox!" hissed Mimi as Legolas turned to her. She dropped into a curtsy. Legolas bent down, took her hand and raised her to her feet. "Please my dear child, I don't need or want any honour," he said capturing her gaze. Mimi's heart lept into her throat, "Okay," she choked. Her knees went weak as he smiled. "Mimi, isn't it?" "Uh-huh." "I'm Legolas," He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, "And I'm honoured to meet you." Mimi giggled coyly, "The pleasures all mine," she said. "Your Highness?" called a dark haired servant as he entered. "Yes?" said Legolas, reluctantly releasing Mimi's gaze. "Prime Minister Pheobus asks for a brief council with you," said the servant. Legolas sighed, "Oh very well," he said, "I hope to see you all soon." He turned to Aragorn, "You and I have a lot to catch up on. We've been apart for far too long." Aragorn laughed, "Indeed. You have to tell me your reasons for refusing two brides in as many months," he said. "I see rumor travels fast. I'll call by this evening," said Legolas. He turned and bowed to the dark elven lord who had originally greeted them, "Lord Elrond, adieu." Mimi watched in awe as the beautiful, elven prince left the courtyard. "Put your eyes back in your head Mimi Tolkien," said Roxie laughing at her friend's stunned expression. "I think I've found him," said Mimi brushing her hand where Legolas had kissed her. "Who?" asked Roxie. Mimi turned to her and smiled, "Prince Charming. He's amazing." "He's a woman!" exclaimed Roxie, "But he did seem quite taken by you." Their attention drawn back to the elven group the introductions continued.
Three days passed in Rivendell and Mimi, Roxie and the hobbits came to know it's people. Lord Elrond was a dark and handsome elf of about forty. He was kind and welcomed them warmly. His daughter, Arwen, was equally kind and developed an instant rapour with Roxie and Mimi with her insatiable curiosity of their world. They also met the legendary Gandalf who matched the inn keeper's description at Bree. Gandalf watched over the still sleeping Frodo and could offer little help in finding a way back to London. The Rivendell elves and those of the Mirkwood party began to try their magic at getting them home. Despite meeting half the citadel, Mimi hadn't seen Legolas at all.
CHAPTER FOUR.
Mimi sat, staring into the mirror as an elven servant fastened her hair into a beautifully intricate style. "I've never been to a ball before, especially not a masquerade," said Mimi admiring her hair. "It's a favourite of His Royal Highness," said the elven maid, "He holds many a masquerade at Mirkwood so I've heard, when he's not here that is. Prince Legolas comes here every spring." Mimi turned to her, "So you see him often then?" she said. "Yes, he comes to see the Lady Evenstar. I don't know the purpose of his visit at this time of year though. He arrived just two days before you did. Its caused quite a stir amongst the younger maids, they...well, he is very handsome," said the maid blushing. "Yes he is," said Mimi returning her attention to her reflection. There was a knock on the door and Roxie walked in. Her gown was white, woven with glittering gold and her hair piled high on her head in beautiful curls. She carried a small gold mask on a stick in her hand. "Rox you look stunning," said Mimi getting up and turning to her. "Thanks huney, so do you. Planning on catching his eye tonight?" The elven maid curtsied and left the two friends alone. "Rox please. I haven't seen Legolas since we arrived and yeah he's cute but he could have a rotten personality for all we know. Besides, he's a prince, I'm hardly in the same league and Arwen said that he has always prefered solitude," said Mimi, the silver weave of her dress sparkling as she picked up her mask. She headed to the door, "Come on, we might as well make an appearance at this ball even though we're both going to look totally out of place." Roxie laughed as she followed Mimi out of the room.
The scene in the main hall was totally overwhelming. Elves and men were all decadently dressed and dancing in amazing patterns on the floor. There was a low hum of conversation and laughter as people mingled and were introduced to one another. Mimi shrank back. "We so don't belong here," she said scanning the room. There he was. Beautiful, grand but gentle, even from a distance. Legolas sat on a raised plateau with Lord Elrond, Arwen and Aragorn. He was talking with Aragorn, his long, golden hair dancing about his shoulders as he laughed. Mimi took in a gasp. "Easy girl," said Roxie, waving at Arwen who had just noticed them, "Remember, he's a prince." Mimi watched as Arwen tapped Aragorn's arm and pointed over to them. He looked up, as did Legolas. He said something briefly to the elven prince, got to his feet and began to walk over to them. Legolas caught Mimi's gaze, smiled and waved politely before turning back to Arwen. Aragorn came up to them, "You two look stunning," he said. He looked a completely different person, dressed in a simple but well made doublet and trousers rather than in the travelling clothes they'd previously seen him in, "I'm so glad you chose to come." "I've always fancied going to a masquerade," said Mimi, "Its where a girl..." "Where a girl what?" asked Aragorn as she trailed off into silence. "Nothing," said Mimi, "Just one of my stories back home." "Hey," said Roxie, "We can't just stand here yacking all night. Come on Strider, how's about you teach me one of these waltzes?" "Okay," said Aragorn offering her his hand, "See you in a couple of minutes Mimi." He led Roxie to the floor.
Roxie was soon in great demand, her stunning looks making her a prize partner for both men and elves and she loved every minute of it. Mimi smiled, happy her friend was finally enjoying Middle Earth but she was sad inside. She felt out of place and common but, most of all, alone. The dance floor cleared and a young elven couple, obviously lovers, took the floor. The musicians began but this time the tune they played was different to everything else Mimi had heard that evening. She could liken it only to the flamenco music she had heard when her parents had taken her to Madrid when she was eight. Mimi watched as they danced, passionately, completely at one with eachother. She felt a longing grow inside her, a wish to learn to dance that way and feel such contact with someone.
Legolas watched as Arwen's brother and his new bride danced. He closed his eyes, trying to picture the woman he would one day share the experience with but he couldn't she her. Arwen leant over to him. "Hey dreamer! That could have been you if you'd married the last bride Thranduil found for you," she said mocking him. Legolas turned to her as the dance ended, "Don't be cheeky," he said, "For that my dear cousin I demand you grant me this dance." "Certainly Your Highness," said Arwen as he took her to the floor. Legolas saw Mimi get to her feet and run from the room onto the dark balcony outside. She looked upset. Something kicked in his mind and, before he knew what he was doing, he turned to Arwen, "I'm sorry Arwen, would you mind if I handed you to someone else?" he said. "Of course not but why?" called Arwen as he headed off. "I'll tell you later," he called back over his shoulder.
Mimi looked out over Rivendell, tears streaming down her face. She started as she heard a sweetly accented voice behind her. "Beautiful isn't it?" She turned and dropped into a curtsy as she saw Legolas behind her, "Your Highness," she said still choked by her sobs. He raised her to her feet and looked at her concerned. "Why are you crying?" he asked. "I'm not crying," said Mimi quickly wiping her eyes on her sleeve, "Its just the wind making my eyes water." Legolas laughed, "There is no wind My Lady," he said, "Please, tell me what's wrong if you can, you look so sad." "Its nothing Your Highness, really," said Mimi. He smiled warmly, "Call me Legolas," he said, "I hate all this regal nonsense. I think its time we were introduced without the titles." Mimi giggled, "You're not at all as I thought you'd be," she said. Legolas raised an eyebrow in question, "I take it that's a good thing?" he said, "Don't tell me, the second you heard prince you thought stuffy, overbearing idiot right?" "Its kinda what I've been taught back home," said Mimi blushing. "Well I can't have you thinking that so let me dispense with the title," he said, offering her his hand, "Legolas." "Mimi Tolkien," she said shaking his hand. "If you don't mind me asking, is Mimi short for something?" asked Legolas sitting down on the ledge. "Its short for Miranda but everyone calls me Mimi," she said joining him. "Okay then Mimi, are you going to tell me why you were crying?" "I just felt of place, that's all. I'm not designed for all these regal airs and graces." "I know how you feel," said Legolas looking out over the view. "What do you mean?" said Mimi, "You're a prince, surely you should be used to it." "I'm used to it but I don't feel comfortable with it. I hate all these balls and formalities, I'm not designed for them. I prefer to be free of all restraint and rules." "But the elf who did my hair tonight said you loved masquerades," said Mimi. Legolas laughed, "So that's what the underlings think of me then. Its Arwen who loves them, not me, I call them for her." "Are you two related in some way?" "We're cousins, well sort of, her mother, Celebrian was my cousin but she died a very long time ago. The man you saw dancing tonight was my cousin Elhorir." Said Legolas leaning back against a pillar and fixing her gaze. Mimi blushed and averted her eyes, "That dancing was wonderful. We have something similar back home, its called the flamenco. I learnt a bit at dance school." "You went to a school for dancing?" said Legolas, "Wow! You must be wonderful then." "I'm okay," said Mimi, "Nothing special." "You're one of those are you?" said Legolas. "One of what?" "Someone who doesn't recognise her own talents and virtues," said Legolas, taking her hand. "Will you dance with me?" he asked raising her to her feet. "I can't dance like they are in there!" exclaimed Mimi. "We're not going to dance with them. I'll teach you that elven dance you saw," said Legolas slipping his free hand onto her waist. "But that's so..." Mimi stopped as he pulled her close to him. Running her hand up his arm, she gripped his shoulder as he gently bent her back. Whipping her back up, they turned and fell into a heap on the floor. "How very graceful," laughed Mimi as he helped her back to her feet. "Perhaps its not as easy as it looks," said Legolas blushing. "Well I've got nowhere to be," said Mimi, moving back into his arms, "And I'm a fast learner." "Alright then, lesson number one," said Legolas as they started to dance again.
Time flew by and the night grew darker as the ball continued. Legolas and Mimi were still outside and now dancing confidently with eachother. Their friendship was instant as they'd talked together and learnt about eachother as they danced. Breathless they sat back down on the ledge. "Are you sure you're not an elf?" said Legolas folding his legs beneath him. "Quite sure," said Mimi, "I don't have the ears." "Are you making fun of me? Because if you are I can make fun of humans just as easily. Shorty!" Mimi shoved him playfully, "Rude. That's it elf-boy you die." "Hey, you neglected to mention you were evil," said Legolas grabbing her wrists and holding her arms to her side. "Don't make me bite you," said Mimi wriggling. "Easy Mimi, we've only just met. You London girls don't mind do you?" "Hey, I'm quite choosy actually. Besides, it doesn't sound as if your father would take too kindly to me," said Mimi as he released her arms. "No, you're far too witty, intelligent and human for his liking," said Legolas, "He wants my bride to be trophy but I want so much more." "Love?" asked Mimi. "Yes but most of all friendship. I want someone I can talk to and share everything with," said Legolas toying idly with the necklace he wore, "I want someone who's smart and can make me laugh. If not, I'd be lonely." "I know what you mean," said Mimi, "I could never live in a loveless relationship, let alone marry. Arrangements just cause misery for both and terms and conditions are not a good foundation for love or friendship." Legolas smiled and took her hand, "You know what?" he said, "I'm so glad you came to Middle Earth Mimi, I've never made such a good friend so quickly." "Neither have I," said Mimi. Her face fell, "But we shan't be friends for long. When Elrond and the others find a way home I'll go back to London and we'll never see eachother again." Legolas kissed the back of her hand, "That could be a long way off. Live for today, that's what I say. You never know what's around the corner. How's about you and I just have a great time while you and Roxie are here and not think of the future? Okay?" "Okay," said Mimi, a smile returning to her face. "Good," said Legolas dropping her hand and laying his hand on her waist. "Your Highness?" came a voice from the doorway. Legolas grimaced, "Oh God," he hissed, "This is all I need." Mimi giggled as he got to his feet and turned to the figure, hidden by shadow. "Prime Minister Pheobus," he said with mock politeness, "To what do I owe this pleasure." A tall blond elf came out of the shadows and bowed to Legolas. He had a similar beauty to the elven prince but it was marred by something Mimi couldn't place. "The Lord of the Half-elves requests your presence Sire." "Very well," groaned Legolas, "Inform him I'll be but a moment." Pheobus didn't move. "Well what are you waiting for?" said Legolas, "You have your orders." Pheobus chuckled quietly as he returned to the ball. "Uck I hate him," said Legolas flopping back down on the ledge. "He seems a bit slimy," said Mimi, "Are you okay Legolas? You look really harassed." He smiled, "I'm fine. He just annoys me, that's all. My Father made him Prime Minister six months ago and he's been a nightmare since. I can't do a thing without him telling me that I shouldn't," said Legolas adjusting his light grey doublet. "Wasn't he voted into power?" asked Mimi. "No, my Father hasn't installed a democratic route for a Prime Minister yet but I wish he would. For freedom to exist there has to be democracy." "Totally," said Mimi, "Perhaps when you're king you could change things." Legolas laughed and helped her to her feet, "Maybe I could," he said holding her hands tightly, "I guess this is goodnight then." "I guess so," said Mimi. Legolas raised her hand to his lips and kissed it softly, his touch warm and lingering. Mimi closed her eyes briefly, letting the sensation flood her mind. "Goodnight," he said looking up at her. Mimi opened her eyes and blushed but her colour faded as his smile dispersed any embarrassment. "Goodnight," she said as his hand slipped slowly from her's. Turning to face her, he blew her a kiss and disappeared back into the ball. Leaning back against the wall, Mimi let the heavy scent of the climbing roses wash over her as she begged her heart to stop hammering so hard. Wrapping her arms around herself she closed her eyes and let her mind wander onto her daydream. Two strong arms went around her and she felt soft, warm lips lingering in her hair. She leant back and felt the silk of his hair against her cheek. He whispered her name, her real name, his sweet, unearthly accent like an unknown song in her mind. She turned to face him, his electric blue eyes captivating her. She leant towards him... "Hey Mimi!!!" Roxie's voice tore through Mimi's vision and her prince disappeared, "I've been looking for you everywhere. Where've you been?" Mimi smiled as her friend ran up to her, "I've been here, with Legolas." Roxie raised an eyebrow, "And...?" "And what?" said Mimi, "Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself Roxanne Jackson. We were just talking and dancing, he taught me that elven dance Arwen's brother was doing earlier." "Whoa! He doesn't mind. Be careful Mim, okay?" said Roxie looking concerned. "It wasn't like that, it was lovely. He was so wonderful and gentle and...and...oh I don't...he was just so natural. Everyone here is all pomp and circumstance, he's just normal." Roxie smiled slyly, "Someone sounds as if she's a smitten kitten. So do you really believe he's Prince Charming?" "I think so," said Mimi, "I hope so." Laughing they both returned to the ball.
The next day was beautiful and warm. Mimi awoke in the large, soft, elven bed and sat up, momentarily disorientated. Climbing out of bed, she walked to her balcony and looked down at the courtyard below. The hobbits were there with Frodo's uncle Bilbo and the wizard Gandalf. Frodo was still sleeping, recovering from the morgoth poisoning. Pippin looked up at Mimi and waved. She waved back and returned inside, to her closet. She pulled out one of the dresses and put it on. The clothes were designed for elven guests and the dress was far too long. She ran a brush through her hair and set off to Roxie's room. Mimi stumbled along the corridor, trying to hold up the skirt from her feet. As she got to the door, Roxie came out with a tall, dark haired elf. "Oh hey Mimi," she said. "Hey. I take it you're off out," said Mimi. Roxie nodded, "We're doing the sights with Elrond and the hobbits. You can come along if you want, its an open invitation." "No thanks," said Mimi, "I'll see you later, have a great day." Roxie hugged her, "You too honey. Perhaps you should go and see Legolas," she said with a playful wink. "Behave! But maybe...he's probably busy." "You'll never know unless you try," said Roxie, "Go on, I'll come for an update later on." Mimi watched as Roxie made off down the corridor with her elven escort. Turning she headed in the other direction in search of Legolas, still stumbling over her dress. She searched for over an hour along the winding corridors until she decided to give up and go back to her room. A door clicked open behind her but she paid it no mind. There was a stifled gasp and then someone called out to her, "My Lady Mimi!" She pivoted to answer but her legs caught in her dress and she fell to the floor. Her pride hurt more than anything, she didn't get up. "Are you okay?" "Shit," hissed Mimi as she heard Legolas' voice, "Fine," she said aloud. He knelt in front of her and sat her up, "I could make a joke about you being the first woman to fall at my feet but I don't think it would be appropriate," he said. Mimi turned her face away, embarrassed. "Hey! Its warm enough today without you blushing like that." Mimi giggled, "Stupid dress," she said, "Its far too long, I've been tripping over it all day. I suppose it's a good thing it was you I fell over in front of, you're the one I was looking for." She got to her feet. "Well we'll either have to do something about your height or the hem of that dress," said Legolas taking her hand. She flinched and pulled away. Her hand throbbed where she'd grazed it. "I thought I'd stopped doing that when I was ten," she said, paling at the sight of her own blood. Before she knew what was happening, Legolas lifted her into his arms. "So now I have both your hand and your dress to deal with," he said carrying her into his room. Kicking the door closed, he sat her down on a dresser chair. Mimi glanced around as Legolas went to the cupboard and began rummaging inside, the place was a mess. Clothes were hung on the bedposts, over chairs, and books, quills, papers and anything and everything else was strewn over the floor. Legolas turned back to her and blushed as he too surveyed the mess, "I'm afraid I'm a very untidy house guest," he said as he walked over carrying two small wooden boxes. He set them down on the dresser and knelt in front of her. Opening one of the boxes, he took a bottle of a funny grey liquid and a piece of linen out. He poured some of the liquid onto the linen. "Give me your hand," he said. Mimi resisted, "I won't hurt Mimi, I promise." She gave him her hand and he gently dabbed at her cut with the cool material. As if by magic, the cut disappeared. Mimi gazed in wonder at her hand. Legolas laughed, "Elven medicine is a bit different from your's I take it," he said resting his hands on her knees. "Just a bit," said Mimi before bursting into giggles. "What?" said Legolas. "Its quite ironic really," said Mimi looking down at him, "When I was very little my Mother used to kiss me where I'd hurt myself and say that the pixies would come and make it better. I never thought one day a real pixie would be healing me." Taking her hand, Legolas pressed his lips to her palm, "We wouldn't want to break with tradition," he said, "Now to your dress. Hmm? I know." He went over to his bed and picked up a long blue robe. He handed it to Mimi and nodded to the screen in the corner, "Change into that and I'll see what I can do with that dress," he said. Mimi shrugged, took the robe and headed back behind the screen. She threw her dress to Legolas. He took the second of the boxes off the dresser and sat down on the bed. Threading up a needle with cotton from the box, he began to take up the hem of Mimi's dress. A deliberate cough caught his attention. Mimi lent against the screen, the robe pulled tight around her waist and flowing over her, accentuating her figure. "What do you think?" she said. Legolas had to force himself to blink and speak, "It...it...it suits you," he managed to stutter. "Thank you," said Mimi sitting on the bed beside him. Legolas turned his attention back to her dress but he couldn't stop his mind wandering over her, imagining her in his arms. He shook off the image as she spoke. "A man who can sew, I'm impressed," she said as he continued to alter the delicate material. "I have to be able to. I tend to be off on my own most of the time so it's a necessity," he said as he tied off the line, "There you go, all done. You can get changed again if you want." Mimi giggled, "You call that done? Legolas you've barely done anything!" she exclaimed, "If you don't feel comfortable with me dressed like this I can hide behind the screen until you've finished." Legolas turned to her, finally meeting her eyes, "I'm not uncomfortable, I just thought you would be." "I could never be uncomfortable with you," said Mimi, "You're too sweet...not like the men back home." Mimi's face fell and she got off the bed and headed out onto the balcony. "What's wrong?" said Legolas following her. She turned to him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh Mimi what's the matter?" "You're the first person...man, who's ever treated me with any respect...I'm sorry, I shouldn't get this way," said Mimi burying her face in her hands. Legolas took her hands from her face and pulled her to him, hugging her tightly. She clung to him, crying into his shoulder as he ran his hand along her back, trying to calm her. "Tell me what's wrong. I can't bear to see you cry. A person like you doesn't deserve to suffer in silence. Mimi?" he said as he felt her shake in his arms. She stopped crying but for a while just stood silently in his embrace, letting the warmth of him and the woodland scent of his hair erase some of the pain she felt inside. She ran her hand up his chest and onto his cheek. She looked up at him, the intensity of her eyes so powerful that it almost frightened him. "Can I tell you my story?" she asked, her voice choked with emotion. "Of course you can," said Legolas, returning her touch, "I'll listen all day and all night if that's how long it takes for you to smile again." He kissed her forehead and led her back inside. Sitting her down on a rocking chair, he knelt in front of her and took her hands, "Now, from the beginning, I'm listening."
Mimi went through her life from start to end. How her mother had come over from Spain with a gypsy circus and met her father. How she'd grown up with her father's best friend's daughter, Roxie. Then the fateful day when she was nine and she was playing at Roxie's. The police came to the house and Sophie, Roxie's mother, started crying. She hugged Mimi, telling her everything would be fine, and then she dropped the bombshell that destroyed Mimi's world. John and Francesca Tolkien, her parents, were dead. They'd died in a car crash when they were going to work, a simple accident that ruined their only child's happiness. She'd barely understood why it had happened at the time but she was soon adopted by Roxie's parents and she slowly learned to live again. Following in the footsteps of her best friend and sister, she went to Streetcar and learnt music, drama, ballet and jazz. She'd graduated with a diploma but then it had gone wrong. Theatre land wasn't as she'd dreamed and with no money she had to take a job as a table dancer at Moonshine in Soho. Legolas listened with silent concern, occasionally offering a gentle comforting touch, as she told him of all the accusations and abuses she's had to face in her job, and of Brad. Too distraught to be embarrassed about telling, in reality, a stranger about her love life, everything came out, even the tale of her fantasy world and life. By the end she was fighting hysterics. Unable to hold back any longer, she fell into his arms, desperate for the comfort his embrace brought her. Holding her tightly, Legolas rocked her, whispering sweet, comforting words into her hair. "Hush. Mimi you won't be hurt again I swear to you," he said as she clung to his doublet. "Don't make promises you can't keep Legolas," sobbed Mimi, "When I go home I won't have you to protect me, it'll just be me and Roxie again." Legolas tilted her face up to his, "Then don't go," he said, "Correct me if I'm wrong Mimi but you don't have anything to go back to. Why not stay in Middle Earth with us? You could stay in Rivendell or even travel with me if you like. Its your choice." "You mean it?" said Mimi lying against his chest. "Of course I mean it. Look I know we've only known eachother properly for two days but you're one of my dearest friends and I'd hate to see you leave. Look, how about I make us something to drink, then we can sit in the sunshine and talk about trivial nonsense to make us smile. I could even finish your dress." Mimi laughed through her tears, "I'd like that," she said standing. "That's more like it," said Legolas standing up and kissing her cheek, "Come on darling, let's get a couple of chairs outside."
Hours passed by and twilight fell over Rivendell. Time seemed unimportant however to the young couple who sat talking and laughing on the high ornate balcony that looked out over the inner courtyard. Mimi wasn't sure what was creating the free intoxication in her mind. She couldn't decide whether there was something in the strange elven tea she was drinking or just the intense beauty of her companion combined with the ease of his personality. Her heart was set, he was one of the most wonderful people she had met in her twenty years of life. Legolas' laughter echoed around the quieting citadel, "Oh sweet Mimi, Aragorn is a complete pansy, I can assure you. I've known him for years. He comes across as all tough and arrogant but just say Arwen's name and he'll faint on the spot," he said. "I'll tell him you said that," said Mimi getting to her feet and leaning on the balcony ledge. She watched the sky as twilight slowly gave way to night and the stars began to appear. "Its such a beautiful night," she said as she heard Legolas move behind her, "I..." She trailed off as his arms went around her waist. He kissed her hair and then rested his chin on her shoulder. She lent back and felt his hair against her cheek as she closed her eyes. "The stars are amazing," she said trying to turn her attention from the beating in her chest. "They always are when the company's right," said Legolas. Something fluttered passed them and lighted on the ledge. "What is it?" asked Mimi watching the tiny, glowing creature fold it's wings behind it's back and start to dance, totally unaware of their presence. "A flower nymph," said Legolas taking her hand and holding it still in front of her. The tiny nymph flew onto her hand and rested there, barely making the weight of a feather on Mimi's fingers. "Oh Legolas," she sighed as she watched the tiny creature, "Everything is so wonderful here." The nymph took wing, still totally unaware of it's previous resting place. Legolas pressed his lips to Mimi's hand, "You'd better change back into your dress," he said as she turned back to face him, "I'm expecting Aragorn soon and he has a habit of jumping to the wrong conclusions." Mimi stared at him innocently, "You mean we aren't going public with our sordid little affair then Your Highness?" Legolas pulled her firmly against him, playing along, "I want to keep you all to myself," he laughed, "So that I can bend you to my every dark purpose." Mimi ran her hands over the firm muscles of his chest and felt his heart racing as fast as her's. She stared up into his eyes and lent towards him. Her confidence fleeing her, she quickly kissed his cheek and pulled away. "I better change," she said walking back inside. She slipped behind the dressing screen with her newly hemmed dress. "You'll have to dance for me one day Mimi," said Legolas leaning on the bedpost. "You don't want to see me dance," called Mimi, "I'm not exactly fantastic." "I thought it was the audience that was meant to judge that sort of thing." "Maybe," said Mimi emerging back in her elven dress, "I'll have to see how I feel. Well I'd better say goodnight before Aragorn gets here." She walked over to him and he took her hands. "You can stay if you want, we'll only be talking about rubbish though," said Legolas, "If you ever want anyone to talk to you know where to find me." "Of course," said Mimi, "So do I get a hug goodnight?" Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she hugged him tightly. She could barely pull back to look at him as he held her. "Goodnight," she said softly her face only a few inches from his. "Goodnight," he said reluctantly releasing her. She moved to the door and opened it. Legolas caught her hand and kissed the back of it, "Just remember, anytime," he said. "I'll remember," said Mimi as he kissed her again. Slipping out of the door, she disappeared down the dark corridor. Closing the door, Legolas lay back against it. He closed his eyes as his heart thumped hard in his chest, "Get a grip on yourself," he muttered. His attention was drawn to the robe slung over the screen. Walking over, he picked it up and began to fold it. Stopping, he stared down at it, running a hand over the delicate embroidery. He pressed his face into the material, the smell of Mimi's perfume overwhelming him. He unfolded it and wrapped it around his shoulders. Lying down on the bed, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. There she stood, by his side, wearing the silver robes of a Mirkwood princess. Her chestnut hair flowing freely about her shoulders and her evergreen eyes taking in every detail of this new world. She turned to him, her eyes blazing with trust and...and... His mind kicked but he tried to shake it off. His mind won... And love, there was love in her eyes, true, deep, passionate love only for him. Not love of his title or his fortunes but for him. "Oh Mimi, sweet angel Miranda," he said before he could check himself. Abandoning himself to his imaginings, he pictured her in his arms, the sweet, soft movements of her lips against his, the taste of her kisses. A loud knocking brought him back to harsh reality. "Who is it?" he called sitting up and discarding the robe. "Who d'you think Mirky?" called Aragorn through the door, "Can I come in?" "Sure," said Legolas. The door clicked open and the dark ranger walked in, "Legolas this place gets worse each time I come over. I you can't be bothered to clean it yourself, why don't you get someone else to do it for you?" "You know I don't like people poking about in my things and besides, this is the only place I can be messy, everywhere else is the whole tidy prince act," said Legolas as Aragorn flopped into the rocking chair. He looked at him quizzically. "Are you okay Legolas? You look a little troubled." Legolas sighed deeply and went to the balcony door. Leaning on the doorframe, he glanced back over his shoulder, "An affair of the heart, I think," he said. "Indeed," said Aragorn, "I didn't realise there was a lady in your life." "Neither did I until ten minutes." "Can I ask who?" "You just want to judge me," said Legolas. "No I don't. I'm just curious, you've never been open about a relationship before," said Aragorn. "I've never really been in a relationship before. I've never felt this way and its strange. She's just so perfect." "Don't keep me in suspense for God's sake. Who is the lucky elf-maid?" said Aragorn gripping the arms of the chair. Legolas muttered something inaudible. "What? Well who...?" "She's Mimi," said Legolas turning back to look at the stars. "Mimi!" cried Aragorn, "Legolas do you know what you're saying?" "I can't help it Aragorn," said Legolas, toying with the pendant around his neck, "I'm falling in love with her and I can't help it, she's so wonderful. Oh my God, her hair, her smile, she's just so...so? Oh she's natural, honest and so beautiful." "Whoa! Elf-boy you've got it bad...but you can't, she's mortal," said Aragorn walking over to his friend. "And I'm immortal, I know. To love her I have to forswear eternal life but seeing her I can't think of it being such a great sacrifice. It didn't stop Arwen falling for you," said Legolas as Aragorn gripped his shoulder. "You don't like doing things simply do you Mirky?" "No I guess I don't, I..." he trailed off. "What is it Legolas?" "Hush. Listen," said Legolas running to the ledge and climbing up, clinging to the pillar, "Its her." Aragorn had to strain his ears to hear the faint singing echoing from across the courtyard.
Mimi's song was a story. It told of a princess who went to meet the North wind who promised her the stars. She lost her way in the woods and revoked her jealous past in the hope of seeing her family again. As her hope failed a prince with golden hair and eyes that matched the ocean came to her side. He was the son of the North wind, the love she had once sought in gold and jewels.
Legolas watched as Mimi slipped down from the distant balcony ledge and went back into her room. "Oh my goodness," he said in a stifled cry as he slid down the pillar and sat on the balcony, "Aragorn what am I to do?" "Tell her how you feel," said Aragorn sitting beside him. "I've only known her two days and I don't think she feels the same. I blew it when I tried to be the prince she desires. Besides, she needs a friend, not a lover," said Legolas. "But you need a lover! Legolas if you're certain about how you feel then tell her or at least hint. An immortal existence is very lonely without love." "I know. Would you help me? I'm still finding my feet in this department," said Legolas. "Of course. Look Mirky just be ready to go out with Arwen and I tomorrow morning, I'll make sure everything runs smoothly, wear something casual." "But Aragorn..." cried Legolas as Aragorn ran from the room.
CHAPTER FIVE.
Legolas slept fitfully that night. At first his mind buzzed with the scale of his revelation and he could not sleep. Then, as he slept, she was in his dreams. He couldn't believe the happiness he felt as she held him, in all his years he'd never felt that way about anyone, even in his often vivid dreams.
"Legolas? Legolas?" "Mimi?" he murmured waking from his dream. "No my darling, not Mimi. Its me, Arwen," said his cousin softly. "Arwen? What are you doing here? Did I over sleep?" said Legolas, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "No, its only just dawn. I'm sorry to have to wake you Legolas but Pheobus wants to talk to you right now." "Oh he bloody well would, wouldn't he?" cried Legolas, "I can't get a moment away from him. Prime Minister Elfriniel may have been a tyrannical megalomaniac but at least he let me have a lie in now and again." Arwen laughed, "You are the strangest person I know Legolas with your silly little phrases! I told him you'd meet him in Father's antechamber. It sounds as if you'll be a while so, when you're done, come out to the waterfall and meet us there." "Us?" asked Legolas. "Uh-huh. Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Roxie, Sam, Mimi and me," said Arwen. Legolas' eyes lighted. "Yes darling, she'll be there," said Arwen noticing his embarrassed smile, "See you later," She left Legolas alone once more. Quickly dressing, Legolas headed to the antechamber where Pheobus was waiting. He opened the door and walked in, "What did you call me for this early Pheobus? I hate politics before midday!" he hissed. "Ah Prince Laiqalasse," said Pheobus bowing. "Don't call me that. You know I hate it." "I'm afraid you'll have to break with tradition and actually do some work whilst you're here," said Pheobus ignoring Legolas' protestations, "Lord Elrond albeit against my better judgement, has called a contingent of dwarves here to discuss the future of the One Ring." "And this concerns us how?" asked Legolas, vexed by Pheobus' tones. "Well they are dwarves Your Highness, hardly worthy of our company or of any use against Sauron. My information also tells me that the leader is in fact the son of Gloin, one of the party who offended your father when they came to Mirkwood with that dreadful hobbit, Bilbo Baggins," said Pheobus. "God damn you Pheobus, sometimes I'm convinced you lost your mind the day my Father appointed you. What happened between Bilbo's party and my Father was resolved years ago and is no longer of consequence. The threat of Sauron, and Sarumon now that Isengard has turned, has implications for all peoples of Middle Earth, including dwarves. I know they are notoriously different from us and I myself have no great love for them but they have as many rights as any other party. They should be treated with the same respect as we owe to our hosts, the hobbits and the humans who stay here," said Legolas, barely pausing for breath. "That is another matter that I wished to discuss with you," said Pheobus as Legolas flopped lazily into a chair, "There have been whisperings abroad that you spent the entirety of yesterday with that Tolkien girl." "Her name is Mimi," hissed Legolas. "Her name is of no consequence. She is not appropriate company for one of your position." "Excuse me?!" cried Legolas springing to his feet, "What right have you to tell me who I can and can't be friends with? I don't care what people think or say, Mimi is my friend and I spent yesterday in her company because she needed someone to talk to and I was there for her." "She is not respectable," said Pheobus coldly, "You saw what she arrived here in. You are a prince, Laiqalasse. These Half-elves are below your company let alone a worthless mortal like her." "You bastard," hissed Legolas, "Not only do you insult one of my dearest friends but my family as well. Elrond and his people may have the name Half-elven but they are strong and true to our ways. Sometimes I can't understand why Father chose you for power." "Perhaps he wanted someone to make up for the embarrassment of you. He doesn't ask mush, only that you marry well but you can't even do that can you? You run around on useless quests, befriend mortals and use your mother's pet name for you as your official name. You're worthless." "My name is my choice and I...I don't have to justify myself to you!" said Legolas heading to the door, "Just keep out of my way from now on Pheobus and if I hear you say one thing against my friends or my family again I won't be responsible for my actions." Legolas swept from the room and headed to the stables. "Saddle me a horse," he said to a nearby servant. "Yes Your Highness," said the boy disappearing inside. Legolas paced the floor in frustration, muttering to himself in elvish as he waited. "Your Grace?" said the boy emerging with a beautiful black charger. Legolas turned sharply but then his expression softened as he saw the fear in the young boy's eyes. "Thank you," he said climbing onto the horse and throwing the boy a few silver coins, "I'll commend you to your master." The boy bowed low, "Thank you Your Highness." Legolas clicked the horse onwards and left the stable.
He rode around Rivendell for nearly an hour. Bringing himself back at ease with the natural world and clearing his head. Finally he felt ready to meet Aragorn and the others. Mimi once again fell over his mind and his heart craved for her embrace. Pushing the horse hard, he headed to the waterfall where he'd spent many happy days with his cousins and Aragorn.
"So you're finally here," said Aragorn as he came into the clearing, "We thought we'd have to send a search party." Legolas climbed down and hugged his friend, "I'm sorry, I had to clear my head. I've just had a major run in with Pheobus." "Anything we can help with?" asked Aragorn leading him over to the others. "You could arrange for his assassination. He keeps on at me to do the right thing and he constantly insists on calling me Laiqalasse, I hate my real name. Why can't he just call me Legolas like everyone else?" said Legolas. He caught Mimi's gaze and blushed. "Good morning," she said with a coy smile. "Hi," said Legolas averting his eyes. Aragorn handed him a glass. "Wine? At this time of day?" said Legolas, "You'll get me into bad habits." "Just drink it and stop fussing about that trumped up old Prime Minister of your's , Mirky," said Arwen as Legolas sat between her and Pippin.
They sat talking and eating for hours but the tension kept increasing between Roxie and Pippin. Aragorn and Arwen got to their feet. "We're going for a walk. Anyone want to come?" said Arwen. The party was silent, realising that it was only out of politeness that she was asking. "Okay then," said Aragorn taking her hand and leading her into the woods. "They're so in love," said Legolas watching them leave, "I think they have been since Aragorn came to Rivendell, so many years ago." "How many...?" Mimi was cut off by Roxie's cries. "For fuck's sake will you stop staring at me!" she said springing to her feet and turning to leave. "Me staring at you?!" cried Pippin doing the same, "Don't flatter yourself honey, you're nothing special." "Guys calm down," said Sam, trying to resolve the situation. "He started it," said Roxie storming out of sight with Sam following close behind. Pippin went off in the other direction. "Where are you going?" said Merry. "Back to the Shire." "Oh no you don't, Pippin! Wait up!" he cried running after him. A mutual attraction," said Mimi. She expected a laugh but Legolas was silent. She turned to see him staring sullenly at the floor. "Are you okay Legolas? Is it this Pheobus thing?" she asked walking over to him. Legolas nodded, "He just drives me mad sometimes. I hate him." "Hush," said Mimi slipping behind him, "You'll only get yourself stressed if you dwell on it. You're too tense as it is." She guided him back until his head was on her shoulder and then began to knead away some of the tension in him, "Just relax Legolas, no-one's judging you here. Do you want to talk?" Legolas closed his eyes against her for a moment, enjoying the simple pleasure of her touch. "He started off having a go about some dwarvish party and then..." "Then what?" said Mimi resting her cheek against his head. "He said you weren't appropriate company for me," said Legolas. "I thought he might," said Mimi, "He warned me away from you last night. Something along the lines of, 'Legolas is young and impetuous. Your influence will only put him further out of favour with his father,' I can't do his voice very well I'm afraid," she giggled. "He actually said that to you?" said Legolas abruptly pulling away. "Its not of consequence," said Mimi pulling him back to her, "I told him that I wouldn't give up our friendship just because he told me to. Unless you want to..." "Don't even say it," said Legolas, "I want you as my friend Mimi, although I may also have to employ you on my more stressful days, this feels wonderful." "Glad you like it," said Mimi, "Oh and there's something else you'll like. Rox and I were talking to Arwen and she's totally up for learning to dance so we're going to teach her and put on a show." "You are?" said Legolas sitting up and turning to her, "That's great. When?" "October twenty-fourth, I think she said," said Mimi. "It will be an age until then," said Legolas pulling her to her feet, "I can't wait. I'll definitely be in the front row." "I might just have to pull you on stage then," giggled Mimi. "You do and you'll regret it," said Legolas. "Oh yeah?" said Mimi, "And what are you gonna do about it?" "This," said Legolas sweeping her into his arms and carrying her down to the bank of the river. He waded in up to his knees, "Are you any good at diving?" Mimi clung tightly around his neck, "You drop me and you die!" she said. Legolas released her but then caught her up again before she touched the water. "No Legolas, no!" she cried. "Scared of a little water? Poor baby," he laughed spinning her around. "I'm not scared," protested Mimi, "I just don't feel like a swim tonight, that's all." "Ah what they hey," said Legolas lowering her into the water. She wriggled, trying to stay dry but she was soon soaked up to her waist. "You creep," she said pulling away and turning her back on him. A torrent of cold water fell over her. "Rudeness!" she said turning and splashing him back. "Right that's it," cried Legolas grabbing her waist and pulling her underwater with him. "You fucking animal!" she laughed as they emerged, "I thought princes were meant to know how to behave." "And I thought young women knew how to have fun," said Legolas pulling her into a deeper part of the river. Mimi was soon out of her depth. She clung around his neck, "Can't we go back to the shallows?" she said, "I'm not a confident swimmer." "Just hold onto me," said Legolas, "I won't let you drown. There's something I want to show you." Still frightened, Mimi wrapped her legs around his waist for extra security. He carried her over to the waterfall. "We have to go under again okay?" he said, "So on three hold your breath and don't let go." "Okay," said Mimi gripping onto his shirt. "Ready? One...two...three." They dived beneath the waterfall and came up behind it. "Wow," said Mimi shaking the water off her hair and staring around the glistening cave. Legolas helped her onto a dry ledge, "Something else, isn't it?" "You betcha," said Mimi. "There's more, follow me," said Legolas. Mimi followed him down a dark passage, gripping tightly onto his shirt as she began to feel scared. He stopped and turned to her, though he was barely visible in the darkness. "Stop worrying Mimi," he said reaching out and catching her hips, "You're safe with me." He kissed her cheek, so close to her lips that Mimi was tempted to turn her head and kiss him fully. She resisted, unsure of how he'd respond. He pulled back and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Come on," he said walking onwards. Light became visible up ahead. They stepped out into an underground woodland that was so beautiful it took Mimi's breath away. "How is this possible?" she said taking in every detail, "Plants need sunlight to survive." "Not if they're tended to by the nymphs," said Legolas. Mimi giggled, "A real fairy kingdom." "You could say that," said Legolas leading her down into the glade below. "Do all the elves know about this place?" "A few," said Legolas, "But they don't come down here very often." "Its like paradise," said Mimi wrapping her arms around his waist and walking close to him, "Quite the place for lovers I should imagine." She looked up to see Legolas blush. "Maybe," he said hurriedly, "I wouldn't know." He sat down beneath a tall tree. Mimi lay beside him with her head on is knees. She felt him tense and then relax as he began to tentatively run his fingers through her soaked hair, "Amin mella lle," he said softly. Mimi looked up at him, "What does that mean?" "It is of no consequence, I was talking to myself," said Legolas blushing. "You're drenched," said Mimi wringing out the base of his shirt. "So are you," said Legolas lifting her up so that she sat on his knees. Sweeping her legs to either side of his, she sat facing him, "I guess I am," said Mimi, "We'll probably both have colds by morning." "You believe that old wives tale?" laughed Legolas. "Hey a lot of things people told me not to believe in have come true. People back home told me fairies and elves were only myths but you're not a myth," said Mimi running her fingers over the delicate points of his ears and into his hair. He flinched. "Mimi that tickles." Mimi's eyes flashed slyly, "So you're ticklish are you?" she said. "You dare," said Legolas flipping her onto her back and pinning her to the floor. Her green eyes shone up at him, enticing and innocent in an instant. Her laughter echoed through the cavern, "You're staring at me as if you've never seen a human before," she giggled. "I've never seen a human like you before," said Legolas, "You wouldn't look out of place at an elven court, you could match even the Lady Galadriel with your beauty." Mimi blushed and averted her gaze, "Legolas," she said, "Your flattery is poorly founded. I'm no beauty." He pulled her to her feet, "But beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I say that you are," he said. "You're not so bad yourself," said Mimi wrapping her arms around his neck, "For an elf that is." "You, my sweet Mimi, are getting too cheeky for my liking," said Legolas leaning into her and laying his forehead against her's. "So what are you going to do to silence me then?" said Mimi closing her eyes. "Your Highness!" Legolas pulled away quickly as he heard a call from the cavern entrance. Pheobus, his long dress robes soaked from his entrance, ran down from the plateau, "I've been looking for you for hours," he said. "Indeed?" hissed Legolas, releasing Mimi from his embrace, "Can I ask why?" "Lord Elrond would seek a brief council with you and some of our other guests," said Pheobus. He glanced at Mimi, a smile that made her shiver touching his face as he took in her figure, highlighted by her wet clothes, "I did not realise you had company. Its a shame your attempt to drown the creature failed." Legolas pulled Mimi to him and hugged her tightly, "Ignore him Mimi, he's not worth your time. Get to the council Pheobus, now." Pheobus bowed and headed back out. "I can see why you hate him," said Mimi nuzzling against Legolas' shoulder, "He scares me. I don't like the way he looks at me." "He can't hurt you Mimi, I'd never let him," said Legolas kissing her hair, "I'd better go to Elrond. I'll take you back to the citadel if you want." Mimi looked up at him mournfully, "Okay, I wish we didn't have to go back in the water again." "You know I'll take care of you," said Legolas as they headed back up to the plateau and along the dark corridor. The crashing of the waterfall met them as they emerged into the cave. Legolas dived in and held his arms out to her, "Coming?" "I'm frightened," said Mimi. "Don't be. Nothing will happen and I promise I won't let go." "Cross your heart?" said Mimi. Legolas marked a cross on his chest, "Cross me heart. Come on." Mimi slipped into the water and held onto him. "Okay?" he asked as her legs went around him. "I'm fine," she said as he took them over to the waterfall. "On three," he called over the roar of the water, "One...two...three." They dived beneath the waterfall. Without warning, Mimi slipped abruptly from Legolas' arms and plunged dawn into the depths. Legolas surfaced, staring frantically around him, "Mimi?!" he called. She was nowhere to be seen. Taking a final breath, he dived back under, searching for her. She floated unconscious in the water. Grabbing her, he pulled her to the surface and to the side. "Mimi? Come on sweetheart open your eyes, don't leave me." Mimi groaned and rolled onto her front, coughing desperately. In a flash she was in his arms, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. "Thank God you're alright," said Legolas running frantic kisses down her cheek and through her hair, "What happened? Why did you let go?" "Someone pulled me down," said Mimi shaking, "It felt human." "What? But how?" said Legolas, "It doesn't matter now, you're safe. I was so scared I'd lost you Mimi." Wrapped tightly in eachother's arms they didn't see the figure climb out on the bank opposite and stare in absolute hatred at them.
They went back to Rivendell, not caring for the picnic things still scattered on the bank. Legolas carried Mimi back to her room. Wrapping a blanket around her, he sat her down in a chair, "I have to go to Elrond okay? Get changed and keep the door locked. I'll change, see what he wants and then come back to you." Mimi nodded, "I'm scared Legolas and I mean it this time." He kissed her forehead softly, "I'll be as quick as I can sweetheart," he said leaving the room. Mimi locked the door behind him and glanced around the room, a terrible feeling that she was being watched creeping up her spine, "Hurry Legolas!" she whispered.
Hurriedly changing, Legolas made his way to Elrond's council. "Ah Your Highness. We thought you'd got lost," said Elrond as Legolas huffed into a chair next to Aragorn. "Sorry I got a little side tracked. Where's Pheobus? I sent him here." "Pheobus hasn't been seen for hours," said Elrond. "Hours? But I saw him half an hour ago. He said you had sent for me," said Legolas bemused. "I left a note under your door," said Aragorn, "When we found you and the others had gone your separate ways we decided to come back to Rivendell to see if you were here and Elrond told me of the council. I left a note in case...what we were discussing last night." "We weren't there, we were at the caves and Pheobus...shit! Mimi!" cried Legolas springing to his feet. "Where are you going?" asked Elrond. "I'm sorry, I have to go. I have a terrible feeling." Running full tilt Legolas reached Mimi's room in no time and knocked hard on the door, "Mimi? Miranda! Its Legolas. Darling answer the door." The lock clicked and Mimi ushered him inside. "Thank God its you," she said throwing her arms around him, "I've been so jumpy." The sound of several fast moving people made them both jump. "Legolas!" called Elrond, "What is going on?" Legolas relaxed as Elrond and Aragorn came into the room. "Mimi?" said Elrond seeing her wrapped tightly around Legolas. "Someone has threatened her," said Legolas. "How?" asked Aragorn hugging her too. "We were at that woodland behind the waterfall and as we came back someone pulled me under and wouldn't let me go. I kicked them off but I don't remember mach until Legolas dragged me onto the bank," said Mimi shivering. "Do we know who did this?" said Elrond. "I have my suspicions but no proof," said Legolas. "A suspicion would be a start." "Okay then, I think it was Pheobus." "Pheobus? Why?" "Well he dislikes Mimi and told me never to see her again and he was there before it happened," said Legolas. "I'll make some enquiry's," said Elrond, "Will you be alright Mimi?" Mimi started to answer but Legolas spoke first, "I'm staying with her." "Alright," said Elrond looking bemused at the couple. "Call me if you need anything," said Aragorn as they left. Legolas closed the door and turned to Mimi, hugging her. She nuzzled his neck playfully, "At least you're not quite as soaked as you were when you left," she said. "My hair is. Would you mind if I lit a fire? I'm freezing," said Legolas moving to the fireplace. "No problem. The only reason there isn't one is because I can't light one," said Mimi lying down on the bed. Rolling onto her side she watched him intently as he took the chain from around his neck and united the ring on it with the one on his finger. He held his hand over the logs and called, "Narya." The fire leapt up and he joined her on the bed, putting half of the ring back on the chain round his neck. "How...how did you...?" stuttered Mimi. "It is a ring of power," said Legolas, "Narya, the Ring of Fire." "A ring of power? But aren't they evil? We brought Sauron's ring here so that it could be forever hidden," said Mimi backing away from him. Legolas took her hands. "It is the bearer who is good or evil," he said, "Do you think that I'm evil?" "Of course not!" cried Mimi, "You're good and kind and..." Legolas pressed a finger to her lips, "You've made your point Mimi," he laughed as she blushed. "You must promise me one thing," said Legolas. "Anything," said Mimi. "Never tell anyone that I have this ring. Very few people know I have it, only you and Aragorn...oh and my Father of course, he gave it to me." Mimi mimed zipping her mouth, "My lips are sealed," she said. "Good because I'd have to kill you if you told anyone," said Legolas. "You couldn't kill me," giggled Mimi. "Whyever not?" "Because I'm far too cute." Legolas wrapped one of Mimi's drying curls around his finger, "That's for sure," he said. Mimi yawned, "God I'm tired. Do you plan to stay here all night?" "If you want me too. You would be safer." "I'm happy for you to stay but would you think me rude if I went to sleep?" "Of course not. Its your room after all," said Legolas as Mimi took her night dress from behind her pillow and went to change. Getting off the bed, Legolas pulled the heavy drapes of the balcony windows and doors. "I don't think I'll sleep tonight," said Mimi, "Do you really think it was Pheobus who tried to hurt me?" "I don't know. It would seem logical though, he dislikes us both and our friendship and he had the perfect opportunity. Its just...oh I don't know. Whoever it was they won't touch you again," said Legolas. He shivered in delight as she ran her hands up his back and onto his shoulders, lying against him, "My friend and my bodyguard," she said turning him to her, "Whatever will be next?" Legolas knew what he wanted to add but his nerve failed him and he was silent. "Are you okay honey?" asked Mimi noticing Legolas' expression. "I'm fine," he said, "Just thinking." "Penny for your thoughts then," said Mimi. "You what?" said Legolas bemused. "It's a phrase back home. It just means, what are you thinking?" "Oh its nothing," said Legolas kissing her cheek, "Come on Miss Mimi, its time you were asleep." Sweeping her easily into his arms, he carried her over to the bed, lay her down and pulled the covers over her. "I can put myself to bed you know?" she laughed. "Why bother when you have me to do everything for you?" said Legolas brushing her hair back from her eyes. "Do you plan to sleep?" asked Mimi. "I'll doze somewhere. Don't worry about me, I'll survive," said Legolas. "This is a double bed," said Mimi, "Plenty of room for two. As long as you don't snore or kick me you're perfectly welcome. I trust you to behave yourself." Legolas' heart jumped into his throat and he couldn't speak. "Hello. Middle Earth to Legolas!" said Mimi waving a hand in front of his eyes. "Sorry," said Legolas shaking off his daydream, "What were you saying?" "Are you coming to bed?" "Maybe later," said Legolas. A slight look of disappointment passed over Mimi's face but then she smiled, "Goodnight then," she said. She closed her eyes, expecting his now customary kiss but it didn't come. Opening her eyes she saw him move off towards the other side of the room and sit down in a chair. Mimi watched him as he struggled with his thoughts. Unfastening his doublet he slipped it off and pulled off his boots. He ran his hand over his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, sighing deeply. Her heart leading her, Mimi got to her feet and walked over to him. He looked up at her. She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. "Come on," she said guiding him over to the bed. Lying beside him, she snuggled against him and closed her eyes. They were soon both asleep.
CHAPTER SIX.
Nearly three weeks passed by and Mimi was leading Arwen and Roxie in rehearsals for their show simply entitled, One Night at the Moulin Rouge. Elrond had given the go ahead for them to perform on October twenty-fourth despite not having seen any of the dances or the costumes. Gandalf was the only man welcomely involved as he was providing the fireworks for the finale. Frodo still slept, watched over constantly by at least one of the hobbits. Legolas and Mimi's friendship grew stronger by the day. Whenever Legolas wasn't engaged at a meeting or Mimi at her rehearsals they were in eachother's company. Both openly confessed to Aragorn and Roxie that they were falling for eachother but neither had the courage to admit it to the other. Desperate to see their friends happy, Roxie and Aragorn devised a plot for a romantic evening. Arriving at rehearsals, Aragorn gave Legolas a sharp dig in the ribs, "Go and ask her to dinner," he said in a low whisper. "I can't. What if she says no?" said Legolas trying to leave. Mimi's call stopped him. "Hey you guys!" She ran over to them, breathless and prettily blushed from her dancing. She hugged them both, lingering longer in Legolas' arms, "What are you two doing here?" she asked, "I thought you had a meeting." "It was quick," said Legolas. "What Mirky means is, the elves and the dwarves started yet another barney and some trumped up representative from Gondor got all shirty so Elrond has called a final council two days hence," said Aragorn. "So you've been causing trouble again have you Your Highness?" said Mimi poking Legolas playfully. "I'm going to see Arwen," said Aragorn giving Legolas another discreet elbow as he moved off. There was an awkward silence between Mimi and Legolas. "So..." he said finally, "Tomorrow's the big day huh? Are you nervous?" "Very," said Mimi, "You will be there won't you?" "Like I'd miss you dancing. I've been waiting to see you for ages, especially in the costume drawings you showed me," said Legolas resting his hands on her hips. "Pervert!" giggled Mimi. Legolas' face became serious, "Would you mind if I asked you to dinner Miss Mimi?" Mimi smiled and hugged him, "Of course not Your Highness. In fact, I was hoping you would." "You mean it? Fantastic...oh okay I'll...err...meet you in the courtyard at eight." "That'll be great," said Mimi, "See you then." Quickly kissing his cheek, Mimi ran back over to Arwen and Roxie and Aragorn returned to Legolas, "Come on Mirky. Let's get you ready for tonight, shall we?"
Mimi and Legolas spent the next few hours busily preparing for the evening. "Arwen this is too much!" cried Mimi staring at her reflection and the glittering gown that she wore. "What are you talking about?" said Arwen fixing a curl into place on Mimi's head, "You look beautiful. You want to impress Legolas don't you?" "More than anything. Do you think what Roxie says is true? Does he really like me?" "That's what he told Aragorn," said Arwen, "There, all done. You look stunning." "But I've got half an hour until its eight!" "Be patient Mimi."
"Legolas stop shaking. Anyone would think you were facing Sauron in solo battle rather than having dinner with the woman of your dreams," said Aragorn sitting Legolas down by the dresser. "I'd prefer that, I know what to do in battle. Oh God Aragorn I'm going to make a fool of myself." "No you won't. Just be yourself, its how you've been so far and, from what Roxie says, that suits Mimi just fine. Now your hair...bunches I think, show her your feminine side," said Aragorn. "I think not!" cried Legolas snatching the brush from him, "I'll do my own hair thank you." Aragorn watched as Legolas shakily fastened his hair into it's normal style, "Ooh adventurous!" he chided. "Don't Aragorn. I'm nervous as it is," said Legolas. He turned to him, "Do you think I should kiss her?" "I don't know. Look Mirky believe me, if the moment's right you'll know. Hey, she may well kiss you," said Aragorn. "Oh God what if she does?" cried Legolas springing to his feet and frantically pacing the room. "Respond to her stupid. Legolas you're impossible." "I know, I know. Okay I'm calm. Can we go?" "Okay, come along Prince Charming."
Legolas stood nervously in the courtyard, "She's not coming Aragorn," he said glancing at every entrance. "Give her a moment," said Aragorn, "Look there's something I need to do, are you okay to wait alone?" "I'll be fine. Wish me luck." "You won't need it but good luck. Bye...oh and just try to enjoy it." "I'll try." Legolas' nervous wait was soon ended when he heard footsteps opposite him. He looked up and almost fainted, "Mimi?" he said not believing his eyes, "You...you look beautiful." Mimi blushed, "Thank you," she said, "I thought it would be too extravagant." "Nowhere near. Its perfect," said Legolas walking over and taking her hands. "Your Highness. Lady Miranda," said Roxie walking into the courtyard, "If you'd follow me, your dinner is served." Laughing, Mimi linked her arm through Legolas' and followed Roxie out of the courtyard to a secluded clearing in the trees. Mimi gasped as she saw the trees beautifully draped with silks and nightlights with a table decorated with flowers and candles in the centre. Roxie moved to Aragorn, who stood by the table, and indicated to the chairs. "Please, be seated," she said. "You guys did all this?" said Legolas as amazed as Mimi. "Only the best for Prince Legolas and his beautiful partner," said Aragorn. Mimi blushed as Legolas pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and led her to the table, "My Lady," he said sitting her down and then taking the chair opposite. "We'll leave you in peace," said Roxie, "Yell if you need anything." She left with Aragorn. When they'd gone both Mimi and Legolas burst out laughing. "Oh my goodness," cried Mimi overcoming her hysterics, "I can't believe they went to all this trouble. This is amazing." "Bloody good wine as well," said Legolas pouring her a glass, "I bet Aragorn swiped it from Elrond's personal collection." "I don't know whether to kill them or hug them for setting this up," said Mimi. "Well whichever way, let's make the most of it," said Legolas touching the rim of his glass to her's, "To the set up merchants who are our two best friends." "Uh-uh," said Mimi, "To the future. I have some news Legolas, Roxie and I are staying in Middle Earth, permanently." "You mean it?" said Legolas setting down his glass and taking her hand, "Oh Mimi that's wonderful but..." "But what Legolas?" "I'm going away soon. That's what today's meeting was about. Sauron's Ring cannot stay in Rivendell since the treason of Isengard so a group of us have to take it away and destroy it at Mount Doom." Mimi gave him a reassuring smile, "Then I shall wait for your return," she said, "How's about you and me make a pact for this evening? No mention of Mordor, that ring, orcs or anything horrible or trivial. Let's just enjoy eachother's company while we can, agreed?" "One hundred percent," said Legolas.
The night wore on and the couple ate and drank and talked for hours. "Would you like to dance?" asked Legolas getting up and offering Mimi his hand. "I'm not sure if I can," said Mimi shakily getting to her feet, "That wine's dreadfully strong." "I warned you," said Legolas leading her away from the table. "There's no music," giggled Mimi. "We don't need music, just dance to your heart beat," said Legolas. Mimi dropped his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, "My heart's beating too fast to dance to." "So's mine," said Legolas pulling her against him, "You look so beautiful tonight Mimi." "You keep saying that," she said, "I'm just waiting for you to act on it." Leaning into him, she closed her eyes, nervous anticipation sending shivers up her spine. His lips brushed her's briefly but then he pulled away and pulled her to the floor as something sailed low overhead. It struck a tree, piercing the delicate silk drapes. "That was close," said Legolas hugging Mimi tightly, "Are you hurt?" "No," said Mimi shaking, "What was that?" "I don't know. Aragorn!" he called out, "Roxie! Aragorn!" "What is it?" said Aragorn running in, "Is everything...shit!" Walking over to the tree, he pulled out an arrow and examined it, "Legolas come and look at this." Legolas went over to him and took an arrow, "It can't be," he said, "This is mine. I always scratch my initial in elvish by the flight and there it is." Mimi came beside him and he took her into his embrace. Aragorn was about to speak but then he shoved them both away as another arrow sailed passed. "I'm getting you out of here," he said shoving them towards the trees. They ran into the building, stopping briefly at Aragorn's room for him to collect his sword and then moving on to Legolas'. It was in complete disarray. "I know you're a messy person Mirky but this wasn't like this when we left." "Nothing like it," said Legolas going to a chest in the corner. He opened it and pulled out his bow, quiver and daggers, "There's only two missing so we should be safe. I don't understand why they chose to shoot at us with my own arrows." "A set up," said Mimi, "Think about it, if the arrow had killed me you would have been held responsible as its your's . We were alone so we have no alibi to say it wasn't you. You'd be shamed and so would your Father..." "Therefore leaving Pheobus to make a power play," said Legolas. "Don't jump to conclusions too quickly," said Aragorn, "I'll go and wake Elrond. Will you be okay alone?" Legolas nodded, "I'm armed, we'll be fine." "Okay, be careful," said Aragorn leaving the room. Legolas locked the door after him, then pulled the drapes across the balcony windows. He turned and caught Mimi's eye, she started crying. He ran to her and hugged her. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault," she said as he sat her down on the bed, "If I hadn't come Pheobus wouldn't be able to threaten you and..." Legolas pressed his lips to her hair, "Hush Mimi, none of this is your fault. Pheobus is a bastard, he'll use anything against me. I just hate the fact that he's dragged you into this," he said slipping behind her, "Relax sweetheart." "I can't," said Mimi, "What if he's nearby?" "I won't let him near you. Trust me," said Legolas gently unfastening the top ribbons of her dress. He slipped it off her shoulders and began to rub them gently. "Mmm that feels wonderful," said Mimi leaning back against him. Something on her upper arm caught Legolas' eyes and he pulled the dress down further to reveal a beautiful white rose tattoo. "What's this?" said Legolas. "Someone dared me to get this done on my eighteenth," said Mimi. "Does the rose symbolise something?" "No, I just like white roses. Don't you like it?" "Its beautiful," said Legolas, "It makes you look sort of dangerous, I like it." "Easy Tiger," giggled Mimi as his arms went around her waist and he kissed her bare shoulder, "Cheeky! Don't touch what you can't afford." "Then no-one could ever have you," said Legolas running delicate kisses up her neck, "Because a price couldn't be put on your perfection. Mimi I..." Screams from the corridor echoed through the room. Legolas sprang from the bed, catching up his daggers, and opened the door. Roxie, Aragorn and Elrond stood there underneath an elven dagger, piercing a note to the door. Pulling her dress back onto her shoulders, Mimi joined them. The note was in a script she could not read. "What does it say?" she asked taking in Legolas' horrified expression. "I dare not read it to you. Take her Elrond, keep her safe." "Legolas what...?" He kissed her forehead softly, "The longer you are in my company the more danger you are in. Go with Elrond, for my sake." "Okay," said Mimi, "For you. Oh Legolas..." "Don't," he said pressing a finger to her lips, "Just go Mimi. Don't come to me tomorrow. You mustn't see me again its not..." Legolas fled into his room, slamming the door. Mimi broke down in Roxie's arms. "Elrond, Roxie take her to her room," said Aragorn, "I'll see to Legolas." "Come on Mimi," said Roxie gently as she led her away, closely followed by Elrond.
Both Roxie and Aragorn got no sleep that night. Dealing with their distraught friends proved to be very difficult. Legolas admitted tearfully to Aragorn his absolutely desperate love for Mimi and his choice to forswear that love to save her from her would be assassin. He vowed never to see her again despite Aragorn's protestations. Mimi's tears soon became ice cold as she resented Legolas' change of heart without even an explanation. The next day her natural smile was replaced by an obvious fake. She was rehearsing all day for her show with Arwen and Roxie. There was a knock on Arwen's door and a servant walked in. "Lady Evenstar, a message from his Lordship. He says to begin the show without him as he will be late." "Thank you," said Arwen, "Tell him we shall do as he asks." The servant bowed and left. "Okay girls, ready to go?" said Roxie, "Mimi?" "Why shouldn't I be?" said Mimi coldly, "This is who I am after all, go-go dancer Mimi!" "You don't have to hide your emotions from us Mimi," said Arwen, "We all know what you felt for Legolas." "I felt nothing for him!" cried Mimi, "Now let's get this stupid show over with." She left the room. "She's taking this hard," said Roxie, "He really hurt her." "He's doing it to save her. I spoke to Aragorn earlier and he says Legolas is in the same state, if not worse. He won't leave his room. I'm scared his grief might kill him, grief is fatal to the sensitive hearts of elves, especially one as pure and kind as my cousin's." "He'll pull through Arwen, they both will." "Knock! Knock!" They turned to see Frodo in the doorway. "Frodo, you're awake!" cried Roxie running to him and hugging him tightly, "How do you feel?" "Great, thanks to Elrond. You look beautiful," he said taking in Roxie's costume, "For the show tonight I guess?" "Yes it is. Are you coming?" "Of course. I wouldn't miss you and Mimi dancing for the world," said Frodo glancing up at Arwen, "Your Ladyship, I believe it is you I have to thank for saving my life." "It was my duty, you are the Ring Bearer after all. Come on. Let's go and find Mimi," said Arwen as they left the room. Frodo left for the audience as Arwen and Roxie headed for their makeshift stage. The audience was already assembled. Dwarves, elves, hobbits and men were all waiting to watch the travellers dance. Roxie glanced round a pillar and saw that two people were missing, Legolas and Elrond. She turned back and noticed Mimi clutching something tightly. "What have you got there Mimi?" she asked. Mimi held up a delicate white rose. "That's beautiful," said Roxie, "Who's it from?" "I don't know," said Mimi, "I found it by my bedroom door. Is he out there?" "I take it by he you mean Legolas? No he isn't. Mimi don't hide what you're feeling, I want to help you." Mimi tried to resist but she started crying, "I thought he loved me Roxie. He almost kissed me but then he just shoved me away and left me without telling me why. I feel so betrayed, so stupid for loving him!" Gandalf came into the room, "We're ready to start," he said, "Are you alright Mimi?" "Fine," she said wiping her eyes and pulling on a heavy black cape, "Go and announce our arrival." Gandalf left and announced the show to the eager audience. The show began and the crowd loved it. The Can-Can and every other dance Mimi had ever learnt went without a hitch. Soon they managed to drag several bemused men, including Aragorn, onto the stage and humiliated them beyond belief. Despite the applause, Mimi longed only to see Legolas in the audience but he didn't come.
The elven prince watched from the balcony, hidden by the shadows. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he heard Mimi singing and watched her dancing. He loved and hated it at the same time. She looked beautiful and she danced as well as the flower nymphs he'd watched as a child many centuries ago. He hated though, how she was just an object to the men who watched her. His attention was caught as Pheobus went up to her and pulled her into his arms. She struggled free and pushed him away, returning to the others on stage. He slinked back into the elven party, not taking his eyes off her. Hatred boiling inside him, Legolas chose to go to Mimi himself, prove to Pheobus that he wasn't scared. Descending the stairs he headed for the stage.
Roxie hushed the audience, "Its that time again boys. We ladies need partners for this next number. We're coming to get you, so look keen." They broke from the stage into a sea of waving hands. Mimi deliberately avoided the party from Mirkwood and instead offered her hand to a young servant from Gondor. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned. "May I have this dance Lady Mimi?" said Legolas taking her hand. Mimi's eyes brightened and she hugged him tightly, "Oh Legolas! I didn't think you were coming." "I promised you I wouldn't miss you dancing," he said as she led him onto the stage. "Well if it isn't the Prince of Mirkwood himself," said Arwen, "Your Highness, we've missed your company." Legolas didn't have time to answer as the dance began. Both Arwen and Roxie's partners were soon humiliated but Legolas handled it like a natural as his emotions carried him through Mimi's dance. Without warning he bent her back then whipped her up into the elven dance he'd taught her. Over their weeks together they'd altered it, incorporating the sultry moves of Mimi's style and the free, spiritual nature that marked Legolas from the other elves. Everyone, including Arwen and Roxie, stood watching in amazement as they danced without any music to guide them. Arwen was soon aware of a hand light on her hip. She turned to see Aragorn standing behind her. "Do you want to dance?" he said. "But I don't know the steps," said Arwen as he took her to the floor. Aragorn laughed and looked over at Mimi and Legolas, "Neither do they," he said spinning her into his own dance. The soundless rhythm soon began to take hold and people gradually joined in, abandoning the decorum they'd always upheld and relinquishing to the latin beats of Mimi and Legolas' dance. The room was a frenzy. Even Gandalf and the hobbits, despite having no part in the actual dancing, couldn't help but be drawn into the silent music. The sound of a cane being struck on the floor brought everyone to a standstill. Mimi looked up to see Elrond in the doorway, his eyes burning into her. "What is the meaning of this...this...whore's paradise?!" he said, his voice a threatening tone Mimi had never heard him use before. "We were just dancing," said Mimi. "Dancing? That was not dancing. Filthy, disgusting prostitution. You've betrayed my trust, my hospitality." "But Lord Elrond..." "Don't you dare speak to me. I took you into my city and welcomed you without question. Allowed you to befriend my daughter and this is how you repay me, by making her a prostitute and destroying our society." Roxie lay Mimi's cape around her shoulders, "Come on Mimi," she said, "Let's go." "No!" cried Mimi, "This isn't fair Elrond, your accusations are unfounded. We were only dancing. It might be different to what you're used to but that's all it is. I never forced anyone to do anything they didn't want to." "Your protestations will do you no good," said Elrond, "As soon as the elves find a way back to your world you will be sent away. Until then you will be held in your rooms so that you cannot cause anymore damage with your worthless prostitution. You are not worthy of this earth." Before anyone could speak Mimi fled the room crying. Legolas came between the guards and the way she'd run. "Leave her alone," he said. "Ignore him," said Elrond, "He is deluded. Find her and bring her before me, I shall be in my antechamber." The guards tried to move passed Legolas, "No!" he cried. Summoning all the magical strength Narya afforded him he created a wall of smoke and fire between him and the guards allowing him to flee in the same direction as Mimi in the hope of finding her before they did.
Mimi stood staring at the moon, he heavy cloak masking the costume that now disgusted her. Elrond's words played again and again in her mind. "Why?" she cried to thin air, "Why do you send me to a new world only to allow me to destroy the life I could have had here?" She roughly wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand and climbed onto the balcony ledge, staring down at the drop below, "Elrond's right," she said discarding her cloak, "I am nothing more than a worthless prostitute. The world would be better off without me." Just as her feet left the ledge, two strong arms grabbed her and pulled her back over the balcony. "Oh no you don't!" said a familiar, sweetly accented voice. "Get off me!" cried Mimi shoving Legolas' arms away. He turned her to face him and gripped her shoulders tightly, his eyes filled with desperate concern, "Why did you try to jump Mimi?" he asked. "You heard what Elrond said. I was just fulfilling his wishes." "Really? So you don't care what your suicide would do your friends?" "Like anyone would care!" retorted Mimi, "I didn't see anyone sticking up for me in there." "We were all shocked by what was happening. Oh Mimi if you'd jumped I would have died!" cried Legolas hugging her tightly. Clinging to him, she cried desperately into his shoulder.
Arwen, Aragorn, Roxie, the hobbits and Gandalf all stood in Elrond's antechamber, arguing for Mimi. A servant ran in, "My Lord, Prince Legolas and the girl are on the south central balcony." "Then I shall drag them here myself," said Elrond, "Take me to them." The group followed Elrond to the platform above the balcony. He looked down at Mimi and Legolas who sat talking on the ledge. He was about to speak when Gandalf held a hand to his mouth, "Hush. I feel something important should be allowed to unfold this night."
"What is it you want from life Mimi? Really?" asked Legolas looking down at their entwined fingers as she held his hand tightly. "I don't know. My fairytale I guess but I can't see it ever happening," she shuddered as the wind blew from the mountains. Instead of picking up Mimi's cape, Legolas took off his doublet and wrapped it around her. "Warmer?" he asked. Mimi nodded catching his gaze. "You were wonderful when you were dancing," she said blushing. Legolas averted his eyes as he too blushed, "Thank you." Silence descended for a moment, then they both spoke at once. "Mimi I..." "Legolas I..." Mimi laughed, "You go." "I was just wondering if there was anyway I could make you happy." "Fly me to my ivory tower, find me my prince and lock me away forever with him, then..." She was silenced by Legolas' lips against her's. He pulled back quickly. "I don't need to find you a prince," he said, "I love you Mimi." "You do?" said Mimi as his arms went around her. "More than anything," said Legolas. He kissed her again, softly, innocently, the movements of his lips barely perceptible. Mimi went to his embrace as he released her. "What will Elrond say?" she said laying her head against his shoulder. Legolas buried his face in her hair, "I don't care," he said, "I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone. When Aragorn talks about Arwen I get so jealous but now I have the most perfect creation by my side and even Sauron won't keep us apart." "I've never been called perfect before," said Mimi pulling back so she could look at him. "Well all the men in London must be blind," said Legolas. "They're not blind, they just take me as an object not a person." Legolas wiped away her tears and held her gaze intently, "Cone with me," he said. "And take that damn ring to Mordor? I'd only get in the way." "No you wouldn't," said Legolas, "Aragorn speaks well of your bravery against the Ringwraiths. You proved yourself by bringing the hobbits here." "Even so, Elrond has demanded that we remain in Rivendell until the elves can find the portal home." "Sod Elrond!" cried Legolas, "I love you Mimi and I want you by my side. He needs to get over himself. He's not the centre of Middle Earth!"
"Has that boy no respect?" hissed Elrond from the balcony above. "He may have a point though," said Gandalf. "What did you say?" said Elrond, his eyes turning to flame. "You exert your rights as lord too much. You use your powers to make everyone conform to your opinion. You have treated Mimi badly because you do not like her dancing but others..." said Gandalf looking down at the young couple, "Seem to enjoy it." "I have no complaint with what the girl does, my only problem is that she drags my daughter into her sordid little shows." "And what if that's what I want?" said Arwen leaving Aragorn's side to confront her father. "Excuse me?" said Elrond taken aback. "I asked Mimi to teach me to dance. I like it. She didn't force me into anything," said Arwen. "You're telling me you chose to prostitute yourself in that way, without Mimi's persuasion." "Its not prostitution Father, its dancing. I know its strange for you to see me that way but I love to dance I really do." Elrond was about to speak when laughter echoed from below.
"Legolas! Get down!" cried Mimi, "You'll fall!" Legolas continued to perform his precarious tightrope walk on the balcony ledge. Flipping onto his hands, he looked at her upside down. "I can't fall, my balance is far too good. Besides I'm immortal." Mimi laughed, "Whatever darling." Legolas looked quizzically at her and rolled out of his handstand, "Didn't you know elves were immortal?" he said. Mimi's eyes widened in alarm, "You're serious aren't you? Oh my God. So hang on, you're like really old then? I can't believe you didn't tell me earlier." "I didn't tell you because I thought you knew. I guess you could say I'm old, in human terms at least. I'm two thousand, nine hundred and thirty-one years old." "Shit!" cried Mimi, "You don't look a day over twenty." "If I was twenty I would still be in my cradle," said Legolas beckoning her to the ledge beside him. Mimi sat down and rested against him, "So you can't die, ever?" "I can die but only if I'm killed by someone, I die of grief or if I give up my immortality." "How can you give up your immortality?" "By betraying my kind or..." he trailed off. "By what?" said Mimi. He looked down at her mournfully, "By sleeping with a mortal." Mimi pulled away, "Oh! Okay, that puts a damper on the romance," she said getting to her feet. "Just because I shouldn't doesn't mean I won't," said Legolas. Mimi turned to him and he took her hand. "Mimi, darling, this is such a big decision for me and its not easy but I know I love you. I know one day we can be together that way but not yet, I..." Mimi put a finger to his lips, "Hush. I understand. I want you to make a decision that's right for you, not one that's right for me. I respect you far too much. I love you far too much."
Sam sighed as he watched them kiss, "Its so romantic," he said leaning on a nearby ledge. "I still can't believe Mimi fell for him," said Roxie, "He's a nice guy but he looks like a Barbie doll." "A what?" asked Aragorn. "Doesn't matter," said Roxie, "I'm just jealous, lucky thing, I want a hopelessly devoted boyfriend." She caught Pippin's eye and he blushed. "Father, please reconsider your decision. Let her go with Legolas. I know how hard it is to be separated from the man I love," said Arwen taking Aragorn's hand, "Don't let Mimi suffer as well, please." Elrond sighed, "Okay, alright, but on your head be it child." Arwen kissed his cheek, "Thank you Father." They all went their separate ways and only Frodo and Pippin were left behind. "What's wrong Pip" asked Frodo noticing his cousins somber expression. "Its nothing, its just..." he gestured to Legolas and Mimi. "You like her?" "No. Its just so unfair. He's more her height, I barely come up to Roxie's elbow," whined Pippin. "This is about Roxie!" said Frodo barely believing his ears, "You like Roxie?!" "Isn't it obvious.? She's beautiful. Her hair, those eyes...but I'm a hobbit with no chance of ever getting her to notice me." "If you like her that much why don't you tell her?" "Middle Earth to Frodo Baggins! Hello! Are you still under the influence of Elrond's magic? I can't tell her, she'd laugh herself to death." Pippin's voice raised into a piercing whine.
Legolas looked up, "Hey Frodo, Pippin, come down here, we've got something to tell you." "We're going public?" asked Mimi, as Frodo and Pippin headed for the stairs. "I can't exactly keep it secret," said Legolas, "It'd drive me mad not to be able to tell everyone that I'm seeing the prettiest girl in Middle Earth." "You can keep those compliments coming my dear!" said Mimi as Frodo appeared in the doorway. "What's the news?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Well we're..." Legolas was cut off by Pippin. "What have the happy couple got to tell us?" Frodo rolled his eyes in despair. "Hang on, you know?" said Legolas, "How?" "Err...congratulations, gotta go. Elrond wants us to do something," said Frodo pushing Pippin away. "He does?" asked Pippin. "Yes," hissed Frodo, "Fool of a Took." The hobbits scurried out of sight. "Ever get the feeling that we might have been spied on?" said Legolas. "We must have been the evening's entertainment. Well we don't have to worry about announcing it now, the news will be all over Rivendell by morning," said Mimi, "We should get some sleep, you've got your final council meeting tomorrow." "I'll ask Elrond to let you stay with me then. Come on, I'll walk you to your room," said Legolas taking her hand.
They walked slowly back to Mimi's room. She opened the door and turned back to him. Taking off his doublet, she handed it to him and he put it back on. "Goodnight Miranda," he said. "Miranda?" "I prefer it to Mimi, you don't mind do you?" "No, I'm just used to people calling me by my stage name, that's all. I haven't been called Miranda in years." "Well it suits you, my beautiful Miranda," said Legolas wrapping a loose curl around his finger. "Flattery will get you everywhere Angel," said Mimi. Legolas pressed his lips to the rose on her arm, "Did you get my gift?" he asked running gentle kisses up her neck. "I thought it might have been from you," she said, "It was lovely." Capturing her lips Legolas held her tightly, "I don't want to go," he said when they parted. "You have to. Elrond will be in such a mood if you turn up half-asleep. I'll see you in the morning. I love you Legolas." "I love you too," Walking backwards until she was out of sight, he left. Mimi closed the door, pulled loose her hair and changed into her nightdress. Flopping down on the bed she closed her eyes. The door clicked open. "Forget something?" said Mimi sitting up. Legolas discarded his boots and doublet and lay beside her. "I forgot how lonely my room was," he said as she stroked his hair, "Can I stay with you?" Mimi kissed him playfully, "Of course Your Highness," she said as he pulled her down into his arms. She lay her head on his chest and could feel the soft beating of his heart. She pulled a blanket over them and closed her eyes. "Goodnight Miranda," he whispered into her hair. "Goodnight Angel."
CHAPTER SEVEN.
Mimi woke the next morning alone, "Legolas?" she said sitting up. His boots were still on the floor beside the bed, "Angel are you still here?" She got out of bed and slipped her feet into her shoes. Legolas' doublet was slung over the back of the chair. The balcony door was open, so she went outside. Legolas sat in his shirt and trousers against a pillar, staring out over the courtyard. A light breeze caught his hair which hung loosely about his shoulders rather than in his customary plaits. He turned to her, the sunlight catching his azure eyes. "Morning Miranda," he said getting up and sweeping her into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck she snuggled against him as he carried her back inside. He sat down on a chair with her on his knees. Mimi swept a leg over him and sat facing him. She kissed him. "Is this a new look?" asked Legolas trying to calm her flyaway hair. "Don't be cheeky," said Mimi, "You wouldn't have to see me like this if you'd gone to bed like a good little elf prince." "You weren't complaining," he said tracing her waist with his fingertips, "It was the best feeling in the world, waking up next to you this morning knowing you were mine." Mimi ran her fingers through his hair, "You look amazing," she said caressing the golden cascade. "Like this? I look dreadful. I never wear my hair loose in public," said Legolas. "You should, it suits you." "Well then, I'll save the wild Legolas for you and the stars and now the princely me has a meeting with His Boredomship!" Mimi let him up and then sat back down in the chair. He sat by the dresser and pulled his hair back into his plaits. He ran a brush through his hair and then shook his head so that it hung comfortably. He pulled on his boots and doublet and turned back to her, "What d'ya think?" he asked. "You look the same as yesterday," giggled Mimi getting to her feet, "Elvish, princely and fucking sexy!" She pulled him against her and kissed him. "Mmm I could stay here all day," he murmured gently nuzzling her neck. Mimi pushed him back, "But you can't. Come and see me after the meeting. I love you Legolas and I..." She started crying. "Hey what's this all about?" said Legolas wiping her eyes with his sleeve. "If Elrond sends you to Mordor and me home we'll..." "Hush. Do not think of it. I shan't be parted from you easily, I love you. Now I'm not leaving until I see you smile." "I don't feel like smiling," said Mimi. Legolas took her face in his hands and kissed her. She held him tightly as his hands slid down her spine and he gently bent her body back. Mimi broke away breathlessly, "Wow!" she said feeling her heart racing. "That's the smile I was after," said Legolas, "I'll see you later sweetheart." With another quick kiss, he left the room. Walking through the corridors he paused and leant against a pillar. Closing his eyes, he let out a gentle sigh, "Princess Miranda of Mirkwood," he laughed to himself, "Wife of the High Prince." "Laiqalasse!" came a voice from behind him. Legolas started from his dream. "Its Your Highness to you Pheobus," he hissed turning. Pheobus etched a mocking bow, "Okay then Your Highness. Rumour has it that you were with that prostitute last night. What will Daddy dear say? Oh and your poor mother. I must say though you chose the best of the three, Mimi's quite a turn on, I have no complaints." Legolas grabbed him round the neck and pushed him against the wall, "You don't give up do you? Firstly, Prime Minister, Mimi is not a prostitute and secondly, I saw her push you away last night. She has more sense than to go with a sniveling fool like you. I can tolerate your presence Pheobus but don't push me." "You're in no position to threaten me," hissed Pheobus, "You've lost your immortality and therefore your power over me." Legolas' laughter echoed along the corridor, "I have news for you Pheobus, I still have my immortality and my title. I can destroy you with a word and believe me I will. You see there have been a few events recently which have led me to believe that Miranda is under threat of assassination. This was indeed confirmed when I received a letter courteously pinned to my door telling me that if I saw here again she would die. The funny thing is you see that the letter was written in Sindarin script, which is only used by our people and those of Lothlorien. As there is no party here from the Blessed Wood, I can only assume it was a Mirkwood elf that sent me it. I wonder who it could have been? Any ideas Pheobus or should I take it to my Father for investigation?" Pheobus shoved Legolas' hand away and stood rubbing his neck, "There is no need to bother your Father, Your Highness," he said weakly. "Good. Get to the council Pheobus and out of my sight." Pheobus slinked off down the corridor. "Wouldn't like to cross you on a dark night!" Came a voice from the shadows, "I've never seen you that way before Legolas." "Well its been a long time coming and he deserved it," hissed Legolas. "What's got you so rattled my friend?" asked Aragorn leaning on the pillar that Legolas had previously occupied. "Oh he just infuriates me. He's always trying to get one up on me and I know he's responsible for the attacks we've suffered. Then today he went on about Miranda as if..." "Miranda?" "Mimi, her real name's Miranda. He was talking about her as if she was a prostitute, its not fair." "Love is grand," chuckled Aragorn, "You look way too young to be in a relationship." "Huh! I've got a good two thousand years on you. To Arwen you're the epitamy of a toy boy." "You skinny little rat," cried Aragorn, "You've got some nerve talking to me like that." Legolas sat beside him, "Joking aside Aragorn, I'm so totally in love with her. She's perfect." "Is it true you spent the night with her?" "Yes, but not in the way you're thinking. She slept beside me, that's all. Nothing...physical happened. I have the same problem with Miranda as you have with Arwen, immortality." Aragorn undid the top button of his shirt to reveal a shimmering silver pendant. "The Star of Imladris!" gasped Legolas staring in wonder at the sight, "But Arwen cannot part with it unless... you are betrothed?! Aragorn you can't be serious. Elrond would never allow it. It cannot be true." "It is true my friend. She has sworn herself to me but Elrond does not know it and we'd like to keep it that way, at least until I return. I know I can trust your silence Legolas." "Of course. I wish you every happiness. Come, Lord Elrond is not a patient elf." Laughing and talking the two friends made their way to Elrond's council.
The elf-lord sat in front of the council, waiting for Gandalf and Frodo to appear. Legolas sat with a group of blond elves, his party from Mirkwood. Pheobus sat to his right and the tension between them was obvious. Aragorn sat opposite with the Rivendell elves and in the middle was a party from the southern realm of Gondor and dwarves from the Lonely Mountain, far in the north. Aragorn raised a questioning eyebrow at Legolas. Checking no-one was watching, Legolas wrinkled his nose and crossed his eyes. Aragorn masked a laugh. Legolas tilted his head to Elrond and pouted his lips in a mock kiss. "Fuck you," mouthed Aragorn. "Bring it on," mouthed Legolas back. "Pervert," said Aragorn. "Wanker," retorted Legolas. Elrond shot them cutting glances as they laughed. Frodo and Gandalf entered and settled to Elrond's left. "Travellers from distant lands, friends of old," began Elrond, "You are gathered here to answer the threat of Mordor. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." The little hobbit tentatively placed the Ring on a table in the centre. Whispered conversations of the doom of men began to circulate. Legolas stared, fixated, at the Ring, the thrill of adventure beginning to stir in his blood. "It is a gift!" said Boromir, the son of the Steward of Gondor, getting to his feet, "A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? For years my Father, the Steward of Gondor, has kept the forces of Mordor at bay. Through the blood of our people, are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him." "You cannot wield it, none of us can," said Aragorn, "The Ring answers to Sauron alone, it has no other master." Boromir turned to him, "And what would a ranger know of these matters?" Legolas got to his feet, compelled to speak, "This is no mere ranger," he said, "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." "Aragorn!" said Boromir in disgust, "This is Isildur's heir." "And heir to the throne of Gondor." Aragorn got to his feet and waved Legolas down, "Havua dard Legolas," he said. Legolas sat back down. Boromir turned to Aragorn, "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." "We have but one choice," said Elrond rescuing the council, "The Ring must be destroyed." "Then what are we waiting for?" cried one of the dwarvish party smashing an axe down on the Ring. The axe shattered but the Ring was unharmed. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. It must be taken deep into Mordor and casted back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this." "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs, there is evil there that does not sleep. It is a baron wasteland of ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly." Legolas was once again on his feet, "Have you heard nothing of what Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed." "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" said Gimli, "I shall be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf. Never trust an elf!" Arguments began and the council was thrown into disarray, even Gandalf and Elrond became embroiled. They were all silenced by Frodo's tiny voice, "I shall take it. I shall take the Ring to Mordor, although I do not know the way." "I shall help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins," said Gandalf, "So long as it is your's to bear." Aragorn knelt in front of the unlikely adventurer, "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." "And you have my bow," said Legolas. "And my axe," said Gimli. All eyes turned to Boromir, "You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council then Gondor will see it done." Out of nowhere Sam appeared, "Well Mister Frodo's going nowhere without me." "Indeed," chuckled Elrond, "For it seems impossible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." "We're coming too!" cried Pippin. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us," said Merry. "Besides," added Pippin, "You need people of intelligence on this type of mission...quest...thing!" "Well that rules you out Pip!" "Eleven companions," said Elrond, "Very well, you shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." "Eleven?" said Gimli glancing round at his nine companions, "But there are only nine of us." "But it is eleven when you include Roxie and Mimi," said Elrond. Legolas looked up with a start, his eyes bright with happiness, "They are to accompany us?!" he cried. "Yes cousin, you are not to be parted." "Great," said Pippin, "So, where are we going?"
Legolas narrowly missed several pillars as he ran back to Mimi's bedroom. He stopped at the door to straighten his hair and clothes. Opening the door he went inside. Mimi lay on the bed, dressed in elven travelling clothes, which were similar to Legolas', with her head stuck in a book. Legolas' footfalls were so light that she didn't notice him until he planted a kiss on her forehead. She looked up at him and smiled, "I'm going with you Legolas. I'm going to Mordor," she said closing the book. "How do you know?" asked Legolas. "Arwen told me when she brought me these. She sorted it all with Elrond last night. We have a lot to thank her for, not least these great clothes," said Mimi tugging at the collar of her embroidered doublet. "Elven," said Legolas running his hand along the sleeve, "It will make travelling easier for you. They are lighter than human clothing." "They barely feel real," said Mimi, "Like I'm not..." She trailed off and blushed. Laughing, Legolas took the book from her and lay beside her. Mimi lay against him and closed her eyes, "I missed you Angel. I don't like having to share you with Elrond." She expected a laugh but he was silent, "Legolas?" "I'm afraid you will have to share my company with more than Elrond. We won't get much time alone. Aragorn is captain, he'll push us hard to Mordor everyday," said Legolas. "I know but anything is better than going back to Soho without you." "You're not afraid?" "Maybe a little. Arwen's stories of the orcs scare me, especially what they did to her poor mother but I want to help." "You will help," said Legolas, "I can feel it." Mimi ran her fingers down his cheek, "Anything else you can feel?" "Do I need to answer?" said Legolas accepting her kiss. She parted her lips and gently enticed his tongue into her mouth. He shook and pulled away, his eyes betraying his innocence, "No-one's ever kissed me like..." He trailed off, his lips recapturing her's, desperate to relive this new experience. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Her legs entwined with his and he felt her fingers light in his hair. There was a knock at the door. "Ignore it!" said Legolas barely releasing her. Aragorn's voice cam from outside, "Mimi we leave in an hour, meet us in the courtyard. Can you tell Legolas if you see him? Mimi? Are you awake?" Mimi broke loose from Legolas, "Yes I'll tell him when I see him," she called back. Legolas turned her face back to his and kissed her softly. Mimi slipped to the side of him and propped herself up on an elbow. She ran her hand along his leg, feeling his muscles contract with insuppressible longing. "We'd better get sorted," she said breathlessly. "Not just yet," said Legolas, "Aragorn did say we had an hour." "Easy Tiger!" giggled Mimi as his arms went around her once more.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
The Fellowship was gathering in the courtyard. "Who are we missing?" asked Gimli glancing around him. "Roxie, Mimi and Legolas," said Aragorn, fastening the belt of his sword around his waist. "Well they'd better hurry," hissed Boromir, "Sauron won't wait until we can give him a fair fight." "Shut your noise Boromir," said Mimi walking down the stairs with her arms tight around Legolas' waist, "We're here." Elrond handed Legolas his bow, quiver and daggers. He put them on and Mimi could see the change in him straight away and pitied anyone who'd dare cross him, he was a formidable warrior. "The girls should be armed too Elrond," said Aragorn, "Mimi's not a bad little fighter." "Can you fire a bow?" asked Legolas. "I've picked one up in my life." Aragorn handed her a sword but the weight of it nearly broke her wrist. "I can't even hold it, let alone hit someone with it," she said. "Try this Miranda," said Legolas handing her a similar sword. The weight felt good in her hand. "Its so light," she said swinging it gently. "Elven," said Legolas, "Not as clumsy as human weaponry, here..." He fastened the belt round her waist and she let the sword hang at her hip. He handed her a bow, quiver and daggers almost identical as his own. "But Legolas I can't..." "I shall teach you," he said. "Sorry I'm late," came a cry from the stairs. "Finally!" cried Boromir flinging his arms in the air as Roxie descended the steps. Her clothes were similar to Aragorn's, darker than the elven clothes Mimi wore. "Can we get moving now?" asked Frodo, the Ring glistening on a chain around his neck. "Everyone ready?" said Aragorn moving to the front of the party. The Fellowship formed up behind him, the spirit of fear and adventure surging through them all. "Good luck all of you," said Elrond, "The fate of the free peoples of Middle Earth is in your hands." "What a wonderful thought," said Mimi, walking beside Roxie as they left the sanctuary of Rivendell. "Hey its better than those smelly, drooling businessmen shoving tenners in your knickers." "I suppose so," said Mimi. "But it looks as if someone else has been getting into your lingerie," said Roxie with a sly smile. "I take it you're referring to Legolas?" said Mimi. "Of course. So...?" "So what?" "Oh come on Mimi, what's he like? Gentle? Passionate? Any little elven tricks he knows?" "I haven't slept with him!" said Mimi. "You mean you still haven't lost your V-plates? You're getting a bit old to still be all sweetness and light Miranda Jane Tolkien, get him before he gets bored." "What are you two whispering about?" asked Pippin coming beside them. Roxie hissed some unidentifiable expletive under her breath and rolled her eyes, "Nothing that concerns you!" she snapped. "Roxie!" hissed Mimi, "Be nice. I'm going to walk with Legolas, Pip can keep you company." Mimi laughed as she saw Pippin grin and Roxie grimace. Jogging to the front of the group, Mimi fell into step with Aragorn and Legolas. "Here's trouble," said Aragorn as she came between them. "Hey you! Don't be mean," said Mimi giving him a playful shove. "Carry on like that and you won't reach Mordor alive. I take it you two would prefer to walk alone," said Aragorn looking at Legolas who casted his eyes to the floor. "If you don't mind," he said. "Ah Gandalf's a better conversation than you anyway," said Aragorn moving back to walk with the old wizard. "How far is it to Mordor?" asked Mimi brushing the back of her hand against Legolas', he didn't take it. "About sixty days if the weather holds," he answered not looking at her. Mimi's smile faded, "Legolas are you alright?" "Fine," he said his attention somewhere else, "Absolutely..." He held his arm before her, stopping her walking further. "What is it?" "Hush! Aragorn!" he called. "What is it Legolas?" asked Aragorn coming to his side, his hand poised on the hilt of his sword. "I feel something, close by." "What?" "I can't place it. Twisted, greedy, sick, fearful, so many black emotions. Its horrible. Darkness is already with us, watching us." Aragorn drew his sword, "Be on your guard, everyone," he called, "Mimi go with Boromir. Legolas, with me, I need your eyes."
Legolas and Mimi were separated for the entire day. When they came to rest that night, Legolas sat with Aragorn, deep in conversation. Their body language told Mimi they were not to be disturbed. She slumped down on a rock and stared at her feet. A figure scrambled next to her. "Why the long face?" asked Frodo peering at her. "No reason," said Mimi, "I'm just tired." Frodo frowned, not believing her, "If you're tired why don't you go to sleep?" Mimi started crying. "Hey, hey, hey, don't get like that," said Frodo, "What's upset you?" "Bloody Legolas!" hissed Mimi, "All love and romance at Rivendell but now he's only interested in male bonding with Aragorn. He hasn't said two words to me since we got here." "His 'male bonding' as you so eloquently put it, is to take care of you. They have to look after us and the Ring. We are in great danger Mimi." "I know but the occasional smile wouldn't hurt him." "Go and talk to him," said Frodo. "No. I don't want to talk to him." "Then there's nothing I can do. You should get some sleep." Mimi got to her feet and began to walk away. "Where are you going?" asked Frodo. "For a walk, I need to clear my head," said Mimi heading into the darkness. "Where's Mimi going?" asked Merry from his seat by the fireside, "she shouldn't be alone." "No, I guess not," said Frodo walking over to Aragorn and Legolas. They glanced up as he approached. "Hey Frodo, what's up?" asked Aragorn seeing the little hobbits troubled expression. "Erm...its Mimi. She's upset and she's kinda gone walkabout." Legolas was on his feet in a flash, "Upset? Why? Is she ill?" "Her heart is," said Frodo looking up at him. "Her heart? I don't understand...oh no Miranda! Which way did she go?" Frodo pointed between two tall rocks and Legolas was through them in a second.
Legolas searched for nearly half an hour until he found Mimi. She sat on the floor by the edge of a steep drop, her long legs sprawled to the side of her. Legolas was about to speak when he heard her voice on the air. Sweet, sad music filled his mind and tears stung his eyes as he listened to her singing. Her voice cracked and she started crying. "Miranda?" he said. "What do you want?" she snapped, turning and shooting him a vehnemous glance. "What's wrong darling?" She turned away and was silent. "Why aren't you talking to me? What have I done?" Mimi got up and began to walk away. Legolas, faster than her, stepped between her and the exit, close to the drop, "What have I done wrong?" he asked grabbing her shoulders. She shoved him off. Losing his footing, Legolas swayed desperately close to the edge of the cliff. Instinct taking over, Mimi grabbed the front of his doublet and pulled him back to standing. Losing her balance she fell, still clutching onto him, onto the hard cliff top. Legolas rolled onto his back, pale from shock, "That was way too close," he said. "Are you alright?" asked Mimi. "Talking to me now, are we?" said Legolas pushing up onto his elbows and leaning his head back to look at the stars. "No!" said Mimi. "Then why did you just say no?" Mimi could hear the hurt undertone beneath the playful exterior of his voice, "You haven't said more than two words to me since we left Rivendell. You wouldn't even hold my hand when we were walking," she cried sitting up and burying her face in her hands. Legolas touched her arm lightly, "I was distracted when we were walking and then Aragorn kept me talking about the route to Mordor all the way here. I wanted to be with you but my first duty is to Frodo and the Fellowship, you have to understand that," his arms encircled her waist and he kissed her neck gently, "Forgive me?" Mimi's hand found his and she held it tightly. Half lifting her, Legolas turned her to face him and then lay her down. Reaching behind his head, he pulled the tie from his hair and let it swing loose. He brushed her lips, not certain if she'd respond. For a split second she resisted but then she kissed him back with so much passion that Legolas could feel it burn through his whole body. His fingers were light on the delicate clasps of her jacket as he slowly undid them. His hands slid under her thin shirt, soft, searching desperate to explore her. His mind was filled with a thousand new sensations, new feelings that he thought he'd never experience. Mimi forgot everything, her old life, the Fellowship, the Ring, even the threats from Mordor and Isengard. All that existed for her was this moment and the unnaturally beautiful angel she held so tightly in her arms. She heard him whisper words she didn't understand, words that seemed to echo through the rocks despite their softness. A louder echo broke the atmosphere. "Legolas! Mimi! Are you guys okay? Where are you?" called Aragorn. Legolas got to his feet quickly and pulled Mimi up. Catching up her jacket, he dragged her between two rocks and crouched down, hiding. "What are you...?" said Mimi. Legolas pulled her down beside him and put a finger to her lips, a mischievous grin passing over his face. "Legolas! Mimi!" called Aragorn. Mimi giggled as Legolas ran kisses up her arm. "Hush!" he said giggling himself. "He'll throw such a fit if he catches us," whispered Mimi, trying to brush the creases out of her shirt. "That man has the worst timing in the world," said Legolas. Mimi thought she glimpsed what he had had planned in his eye but it faded swiftly. Aragorn's calls became soft as he moved away. Legolas stood up and leant against the rock, "Kinda killed the moment didn't it?" he said as Mimi got up beside him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest, "It was nice while it lasted. You are one seriously naughty elf-prince my darling." "Oh yes my love, I'm absolutely born to be bad!" he said kissing her hair. Mimi pulled back, "Come on, let's get back to camp. The others are obviously worried about us." She put on her jacket and fastened the clasps. Legolas pulled his hair tie out of his pocket and began to pull back his hair. Mimi caught his arm, "Don't!" she said, "Be my Legolas tonight." He returned the tie to his pocket, took her hand and they headed back to their friends.
"Hey sleepyheads, wake up!" A broad Scottish accent roused Legolas from his sleep. "What time is it?" he groaned not opening his eyes. "Five AM," said Pippin, "Aragorn says half an hour until we move." "Tell Aragorn to fuck off!" said Mimi wriggling in Legolas' arms, "We just went to sleep ten minutes ago." "No you went to bed four hours ago," said Pippin, "I saw you." Legolas opened his eyes. The night was beginning to wane and daylight crept over the Misty Mountains. His stomach growled. Untangling himself from the still dozing Mimi, he stretched and sat up. He rubbed his back and glanced down at the rocky bed, "Bit different to the comforts of Rivendell," he said, "Has anyone made any breakfast? I'm starving!" "Over there," said Pippin pointing to where Aragorn and the others sat. "Miranda wake up," said Legolas shaking her gently. He got to his feet and pulled on his jacket. Mimi rolled onto her stomach and pushed up onto her knees. "Very graceful!" said Legolas pulling his hair back from his eyes. "Chuck me my coat will you?" said Mimi yawning. It landed on her head, "I didn't mean literally chuck it," she said putting it on. She got to her feet and followed Legolas to others. "So you two are finally awake," said Gandalf, "We thought even an army of orcs wouldn't have woken you." "So we sent Pippin instead," said Merry, "He's much more scary." Pippin laughed and then frowned as he realised he'd been insulted. Legolas and Mimi sat down and started eating. "Where did you two get to last night?" asked Boromir. "We...err...went for a walk," said Legolas noticeably blushing. "Fucking good screw more likely!" said Roxie, quietly but audibly. "Roxie!" hissed Mimi, blushing herself. Legolas shot a pleading glance at Aragorn. "We need to cover more than we did yesterday on our journey today, it'll be a long haul and we won't stop until nightfall. Does everyone feel up to it? Roxie? Mimi?" he asked. Mimi nodded. "Good. Ten minutes and we leave. The weather looks as if its going to turn so I suggest you wrap up," said Aragorn getting to his feet and walking away. Legolas and Mimi went back to their bags. Legolas pulled on another jacket and a long cape. He handed Mimi the same. "Won't these be too hot?" said Mimi frowning at the clothes. "Believe me, you won't be saying that if the rain comes. We've nowhere to get dry if we get caught by a storm and I have no intention of being wet and miserable." "Point taken," said Mimi getting into the clothes, "Uck I need some sleep." "Well don't go running off tonight and we can get to sleep as soon as it gets dark," said Legolas. Mimi pouted prettily, "But last night was good fun!" she said. Legolas threw his quiver onto his back and his bow over his shoulder. Taking her hands, he kissed her, "Please don't get upset if I'm not with you all day. From here on in the road gets more and more dangerous and I..." "Have a responsibility to the Ring Bearer. I know. Mine by night, Frodo's by day. Let's go," said Mimi as they joined the others.
They travelled for many weeks. The road was long and hard and they were held up even more by the horrible winter weather. Everyone suffered but Roxie was the noisiest about it. "Aragorn!" she whined coming to his side, "Please can we stop, just for a minute?" "No, we keep walking until nightfall." "Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!" Legolas covered his ears, "Aragorn!" he growled, "Shut her up. I can't cope with her whining all the way to Mordor." "Okay, okay. Half an hour and that's all," He pointed to a bright rocky outcrop, "We rest there." "Thank you sweetie," said Roxie falling back to Mimi's side. Legolas turned to Aragorn and raised an eyebrow, "Sweetie? Uck I'm gonna hurl!" Aragorn grabbed Legolas' arm and heaved him onto his back. "Put me down!" cried Legolas flailing. Aragorn put the wriggling elf back on his feet, "Race you!" he said sprinting for the rocks. Legolas beat him by a mile. "You bastard elf!" cried Aragorn catching him up. Legolas strutted up and down on a rock, "Who is the King of Middle Earth?!" he crowed. "Get down you pratt. You're making a fool of yourself." "This coming from the guy who got so drunk last time he came to Mirkwood that he told my Grandmother she was the most beautiful elf in the whole of Middle Earth!" said Legolas. "Fuck you Mirky! You're so gonna get it!" said Legolas climbing up onto the rock. Legolas leapt from rock to rock, agile as a cat, "Ah you troll!" he called to Aragorn, "You're getting slow I your old age." "Unless you want a one way trip to Mordor, you will be shutting up right now," said Aragorn. Legolas pivoted to pull a face at him, lost his footing and tumbled off the rock. Aragorn laughed, "Very graceful Mirky!" Legolas brushed the dust off his trousers as he got up. Mimi came beside him, "Come along my little juvenile delinquent," she said sitting him down on a nearby rock. The others lit a fire and sat down to rest and eat. Pippin and Merry were with Boromir, practicing with the elven blades Aragorn had given them. The whole Fellowship erupted into laughter as Merry and Pippin both lay into their opponent for The Shire, knocking him to the floor. Mimi watched the comedy unfold until she felt Legolas' hand on her cheek, turning her face to his. He leant forward to kiss her and his lips were barely an inch from her's when he pulled away sharply, staring frantically at the sky. "Angel?" asked Mimi gripping his shoulder. "Something moves in the sky!" he said, loud enough to get the other's attention. "Its just a whisp of cloud," said Gimli. "Its moving fast and against the wind," said Boromir. Legolas' sharp eyes caught their form, "Crebain from Dunland. Hide!" he cried pulling Mimi down beneath the cover of the brush. A great swarm of huge crow-like birds enveloped the mountainside, darkening the sky. Legolas held Mimi tightly, sheltering her from the vicious onslaught, "Its okay Miranda," he said as the birds flew off and they came warily out of their hiding places. "What was that?" said Mimi still clinging tightly onto Legolas' jacket. "Spies of Sarumon. The passage south is being watched," said Gandalf, "We must take the Pass of Caradhas." He pointed to a large snowy mountain that stood beside them. It looked unfriendly, as if it intended to destroy anyone that dared to climb it's rocky staircase. Mimi felt her heart rise in her throat, "Up there?" she said, swallowing hard, "Is this a good time to tell you that I'm afraid of heights?" "Not really," said Aragorn, "But we will help you. Legolas go with her, she trusts you."
The ascent to the pass, although beautiful, was frightening enough but when they hit snow Mimi's heart back flipped. She hesitated. Legolas stepped on top of it, barely making a mark. It was the first time Mimi noticed that he wasn't wearing the heavy boots worn by the rest of the party but simple ones that he'd worn around the soft, tailored paths of Rivendell. She thought nothing of it, an elf thing she'd yet to come to understand. He held out his hand to her. Mimi took it, convinced the snow wasn't deep, and stepped off solid ground. She immediately knew she'd made a mistake. The snow enveloped her legs up to her knees. She cried out, grabbing Legolas' waist. "Whoa! Huney, you're okay. You're not going to fall," he said stroking her hair. "You could have warned me," said Mimi struggling to follow as he started walking, still not breaking the surface of the snow, "How the fuck do you walk on this stuff without sinking?" "Elves are far more light footed than you humans, I can't explain why it is, its just one of those things," said Legolas. He flipped onto his hands and managed several impressive back flips before falling onto his back on the snow. Mimi fought her way up to him, "Stop showing off! Some of us aren't having that much fun you know?!" she said as they started walking again. "I'm sorry Mellamin." "Mellamin? What does that mean?" said Mimi confused. "My love," translated Legolas, "Its elvish." "Sweet!" said Mimi, "Well then, mellamin, would you teach me to speak elvish too?" "Of course, which version?" "Huh? How many forms of elvish are there?" "Predominantly four," said Legolas, "Quenya, the language of Rivendell. Sindarin, the language of my people and those of Lothlorien. The ancient speech which is only of spells and riddles and that of Mordor. I dare not utter the last. It brings doom to any who does so." "Okay choices, choices, hmm? Well I suppose as its your language, I should learn Sindarin to start with," said Mimi. "Okay," said Legolas, "Try this. Ai laurie lantar lassi surinen, Yeni unotimi ve ramar aladaron. Yeni ve linte yuldar aranier mi oromardi lisse-miruvoreve." Mimi copied him perfectly. "Not bad," said Legolas. "Well I can say it but what does it mean?" "It's a song my Mother sang to me when I was a child. In your language it would mean, 'Ah like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees. The long years have passed like sweet draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West'...There is much more but the language is too complicated to be taught to a beginner. We shall sing it together one day though Miranda." "It sounds like a beautiful song. All I got as a child were daft nursery rhymes. One thing I have to know though, how do you say I love you in elvish?" asked Mimi. Legolas knelt down in front of her, "Amin mella lle," he said wrapping her hair around his fingers. Mimi's eyes widened in delight, "You said that to me the day we went behind the waterfall!" "I know," said Legolas, "And I meant it then as I mean it now." Mimi hugged him, "Oh my darling, amin mel..." A commotion behind them caught Mimi short. They both turned and Legolas got to his feet, "Boromir has the Ring," he said, his elven eyes sharper than Mimi's. "Boromir?" she said, "I didn't think Ring Bearer was something people could take turns in." "Its not," said Legolas stringing his bow. "What are you doing? You can't shoot Boromir." "Aragorn doesn't have his sword on guard for no reason. Any move against him and that trumped up steward's son has me to deal with!" "Don't Legolas!" cried Mimi trying to get on top of the snow, "You don't know what's happening." "Aragorn is my best friend and Frodo my charge. I've sworn to protect any threat against either of them." Boromir gave the Ring to Frodo and the situation was resolved. Legolas relaxed his bow and returned the arrow to his quiver. He knelt down beside Mimi once more, "I'm sorry if I frightened you," he said, "Hopefully you won't have to see that side of me too often. I don't like those kind of situations." "You're a warrior," said Mimi, "I shall just have to get used to it. Come on, we'd better get moving."
As they travelled onto the Pass of Caradhas they hit a terrible storm. Legolas had to leave Mimi's side to check the path ahead for the rest of the Fellowship who couldn't resist the snow, which was now up to their chests and above the heads of the poor hobbits. As it fell heavier, Mimi and Roxie helped eachother through the snow while Aragorn and Boromir carried the halflings. "Curse this storm," cried Gimli. "This is no ordinary storm," said Legolas standing easily, the snow sticking to his hair and eyelashes, making him glow, "There is a fell voice on the air." "Its Sarumon!" cried Gandalf as an avalanche enveloped them. As they recovered themselves Aragorn called out, "He's trying to bring down the mountain. Gandalf, we must turn back!" "No!" cried Gandalf, trying to fight Sarumon's magic with spells of his own. A larger avalanche enveloped them. Mimi got her head above the snow and pulled Roxie up. She lay unconscious. "Legolas!" she cried. He climbed out of the snow and over to them. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Can you help her? Is she alive?" said Mimi blinking away frozen tears. Legolas felt for Roxie's pulse and lifted her onto his shoulders, "She's alive but we need to get her warm or she won't be for long. Gandalf we cannot stay here." "We could go through the mines of Moria," said Gimli. Gandalf hesitated but then called out, "Let the Ring Bearer decide." "We go through the mines," said Frodo. Mimi saw both Legolas and Aragorn pale and exchange worried glances but they said nothing.
They descended the mountain, Legolas carrying Roxie and Boromir and Aragorn carrying the hobbits. Mimi was relieved when they hit solid ground again. Legolas lay Roxie on the floor and rested her head on his knees, "Roxie. Roxanne, wake up," he said tapping her cheeks gently. Aragorn covered her with his cape. "Boromir," said Legolas, "Light a fire and boil me some water. Use the snow, its fresh and should be purer than the stuff we got from the river earlier. Pippin?" The little hobbit came to his side and knelt down. Legolas lifted Roxie's head and lay it on Pippin's lap. "Keep talking to her," he said taking off his bow and quiver and searching through his bag. Pippin stroked Roxie's brow softly, "Don't leave us Rox," he said, "We need you." Legolas pulled a black, velvet purse out of his bag. Going over to Boromir, who was sitting by the fire and carrying out Legolas' orders, he knelt down and opened the strings. He put his hand into the purse and brought out a handful of a strange silver powder. He sprinkled it into the boiling water, his eyes tightly shut as he muttered to himself. Mimi watched him intently and could have sworn the top of the pan glowed with a strange light. Legolas took the pan off the fire and came over to Roxie, "Sit her up," His voice was commanding but gentle. Aragorn lifted her up, relieving Pippin who looked close to tears. Legolas placed two fingers in the potion and then to Roxie's lips, "Ar sindanoriello caita mornie, Romello vanwa, Valimar!" he chanted in the language of his ancestors, his eyes closed and with an air of absolute stillness about him. He kept repeating the ritual, each time more intense until, finally, Roxie moved. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes. Legolas poured the potion into a cup and held it to her lips. She drank the mixture and pulled a face, "Ugh! What is that stuff?" she said, "It tastes like shit!" "She's back," laughed Aragorn letting her lean back against him. Mimi ran over and hugged her friend, "Oh Roxie thank God you're alright. I was so worried. Thank you Legolas. Thank you so much for whatever you did for her." She kissed his cheek and then went back to hugging her friend. "Elven magic!" said Sam in wonderment, "I never thought I'd see it." "Not magic Sam," said Legolas, "Simply medicine. It is called Miruvor and is only found between my realm and the mountain of Erebor. Some say it is the source of elven immortality."
They rested at the base of the mountain for the night. Roxie was sheltered by a tent Aragorn and Boromir had thrown together. She dozed, recovering from her ordeal and the effects of Legolas' potion. She heard someone walk in, "Mimi? Legolas?" she asked opening her eyes, "Pippin! What are you doing in here?" "I wanted to see how you were. I was worried," said Pippin shyly. "Well I'm fine, so you can leave," snapped Roxie. Pippin looked hurt but knelt beside her all the same, "Why are you so horrible to me? What have I done to offend you?" he asked. Roxie was quiet. "Well?" pressed Pippin. "We just don't get on, that's all," she said finally. "But I like you, I mean really like you!" The words had left Pippin's mouth before he knew what he was saying. Deciding it was too late to stop, he continued, "Ever since we fell down the hill in the Shire I've thought you the most beautiful, lovely woman alive. I know I'm merely a hobbit but I will love you forever if you let me." His voice cracked with emotion and he turned his face away. "Whoa! Pippin, I never knew you felt that way," said Roxie stunned, "But I'm sorry, even if I felt the same for you, there's someone else in my life and we're happy." Pippin turned back to her, his eyes dulled by the threat of tears, "I know I won't know him but can I ask who?" "He's..." "He's me!" Came a voice from behind Pippin. "Boromir?!" said Pippin turning. A look of hurt and disgust spread over his face and he ran from the tent. Boromir laughed, "Little fool, trying it on with someone he knows he has no chance with." Roxie flinched as he kissed her. "Leave him alone Boromir, its not fair. I feel sorry for him." "So do I Rox, I was only joking. That bump on the head's put you in a bad mood hasn't it?" "And you're not helping! Can you go? I want to be alone." "Fine!" said Boromir, angrily getting to his feet, "Be alone!" He stormed out of the tent.
"Oh yes!" cried Mimi as her arrow hit her target perfectly. "Better," said Legolas, "You're a natural." He walked over to the tree and pulled out the arrow. He made a smaller, higher scratch on the bark and then came back to her side, "Now try that." Mimi loaded her bow and aimed. Legolas tilted her arm slightly, measuring her sight himself, "A little higher and keep both eyes open, you'll see all the better for it." He pulled back. Just as she released the flight from her fingers, Mimi felt his petal warm lips against her neck. She started and misfired. "Oh Miranda!" said Legolas pulling away and giving her an innocent stare, "How could you miss that?" "How rude!" exclaimed Mimi turning her back on him, "I might just have to ignore you now." "Please do," said Legolas his arms encircling her waist, "Then I'll have to make up with you again." He nuzzled into her neck. "Legolas! Behave! We're in public." "You're not going to get all shy on me are you Miss Tolkien?" he said taking her hand, "Come on, let's find some place quiet." They headed away from the camp and came across a tiny coppice, sheltered by the mountain. "Alone at last," said Legolas pulling Mimi to him. She let his kiss drown her senses. He was playful, teasing her until she couldn't bear it any longer, "Legolas stop it!" she said, her voice somewhere between laughter and desperation. He pulled back, confused. He looked over her face, frantically trying to read her expression, "What did I do wrong?" he said. Mimi was about to speak when she felt something cold fall on her cheek. She looked up, it was snowing. She turned back to Legolas and brushed a couple of snowflakes off his shoulder. Her heart melted as quickly as the snow as she stared up into his innocent blue eyes. She reached up to his cheek, "You did nothing wrong," she said guiding him to her, "I love you Legolas." "Oh please!" Mimi span around to see Boromir sitting nearby, "Excuse me?" she said offended by his tones. "You two really make me sick. Cooing over eachother like a pair of adolescents. Oh I love you. Oh I love you. Rubbish and nonsense!" "Ignore him Miranda," said Legolas, "Let's go back to the camp." "You could do so much better for yourself Mimi," said Boromir, "Elf-boy here couldn't stay the distance even if he wanted to. Why his people are still here I'll never know." "My people help you defend this world from Sauron," said Legolas, "Your people have no leaders. Even now you won't accept Aragorn as your king. Men are scattered, divided, leaderless, elves are unified." "Struck a nerve there didn't I?" sneered Boromir, "You think you're so grand because you're Thranduil's son. What help has he given to the cause? What's the significance of your title? That can't satisfy the demands of a relationship and you aren't capable of showing he real love. You're just a little boy Legolas, trying to hang out with the big kids. Go back to Mirkwood little princeling, grow up!" "Get out of here Boromir!" said Mimi wishing she had her daggers with her and the strength to wield them. "Of course Lady Mimi. Make sure His Royal Highness doesn't stay up too late," hissed Boromir leaving the coppice with a laugh. "Bastard!" hissed Mimi turning to Legolas, he wasn't there. He stood ahead, leaning against a tree, the snow settling on his hair. "Boromir is an idiot Angel," said Mimi walking over and laying a hand on his shoulder. He didn't face her. Raising his hand to his eyes, Mimi felt him suppress a sob. She moved in front of him and took his hand from his face, "Legolas?" "Is that what they really think about me? That I'm just a privileged elf- child who's only here because Daddy let me out to play?" "Of course they don't you daft creature!" said Mimi wiping a crystal tear from his cheek, "You are so well respected. The stories I heard in Rivendell of your bravery couldn't be lies. Does Boromir's opinion really count, especially when you know I love you for exactly who you are?" "I fail there too. You deserve so much more than me Miranda," said Legolas. "Fuck that! Legolas do you know how stupid you sound? When we first met what did I tell you I wanted? A beautiful, courageous, fairytale prince who loves me, despite my past. I found him in you Angel. You're all I want Legolas, I love you," said Mimi reaching up to his cheek as the snow began to fall heavier on them. Legolas pressed his lips to her palm, But physically I..." "We talked about this at Rivendell. Has it ever crossed your mind that you might not be the only one who's unsure? I don't need..." Mimi trailed off, laughing. "What's so funny?" said Legolas. "I can't take you or myself seriously when you look like Frosty the Snow- elf!" said Mimi brushing the snow from his hair. Legolas smiled, "You're lucky we don't have a mirror, you don't look so hot yourself!" "I don't feel it either, give us a cuddle," said Mimi wrapping her arms around his waist. Legolas wrapped his cape around her, sheltering her from the snow, "Miranda?" "Hmm?" "We will be together one day, I promise." Mimi didn't answer him, instead she raised her face to his and accepted his kiss. The snow continued to fall as he pulled back and held her tightly. As his sweet love song caught the air even loveless Caradhas silenced it's winds to listen. The magic of an elven song thundering softly through even the darkest of the mountains' hearts.
"May it be an Evenstar shines down upon you,
May it be when darkness falls your heart will be true..."
CHAPTER NINE.
Aragorn woke them early and they set off for Moria. The roads became darker and more foreboding. Mimi's sword was a comforting, albeit light, weight at her side as she walked beside Legolas, senses on full alert. Aragorn's whispered call made her jump. "Anything happening that we mere mortals can't see Mirky?" "Nothing," said Legolas, "The world seems unnaturally still." "There are some things even the sensitivity of elves cannot detect," warned Gandalf, "Stay close Frodo." They came to a river, black and thick with a substance Mimi didn't dare guess the origin of. Jumping from rock to rock, they crossed to come against a great wall. "What are they?" exclaimed Merry nearly breaking his neck as he strained to see the top. "The walls of Moria," said Gimli proudly.
They walked along the wall for hours searching for the door into the mines and once again night fell. "A great race you dwarves are for hiding things," said Legolas, "You can't even find your own doors." "It is the foolish magic of elves that made them invisible," retorted Gimli. "Hush the pair of you," said Gandalf, "This road will be perilous enough without you two bickering all the way to Mordor." He stopped them suddenly. He ran his hand along the wall, brushing away the dirt and dust, "Ithildin, it mirrors only starlight and the moonlight." As if on que the clouds parted and the moon shone through, illuminating the gate in an eerie silver. An inscription appeared, in elvish lettering, 'Ennyn Durin Aran Moria: Pedo mellon a minno. Im Narvi hainechant: Celebrimboro Eregion teithant I thiw hin.' "What do you suppose that means?" asked Merry. "The gates of Durin, Lord of Moria: speak friend and enter. I, Narvi, made them. Celebrimbor of Hollin drew these signs," translated Legolas. "That's all very well," said Merry not satisfied, "But what does it mean?" "Its quite simple really," said Gandalf, "If you are a friend you speak the password and the doors will open." He pressed the end of his staff to the star on the door and called out, "Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen." Nothing happened. He tried again, "Fennas nogothrim, lasto beth lammen." Still nothing.
Gradually the whole Fellowship was lounging hopelessly on the banks as Gandalf still searched in vain for the password. "Hungry?" asked Legolas handing Mimi an apple. "Starving!" she said taking it and biting into it, "Uck I'm bored!" "Tell me about it. Bloody dwarvish doors and elven spells! This is precisely why elves have as little as possible to do with dwarves these days, it causes far too many problems," said Legolas twiddling a twig in an intricate pattern around his fingers. Suddenly he elbowed Mimi in the ribs. "Hey!" she started. "Ssh! Look." He pointed over to a nearby tree. There, half hidden by shadow, stood Roxie and Boromir in a secretive embrace. "Fuck me!" exclaimed Mimi, "Those two are an item?" "Looks like it," said Aragorn from behind them, "They've been together for a few days." "Why didn't she tell me?" said Mimi, "I'm meant to be her best friend." The conversation was halted by splashes in the water. Merry and Pippin were competing to see who could throw stones the furthest. Aragorn grabbed Pippin's arm, "Do not disturb the water," he said. Pippin dropped the stone and looked guiltily at the floor. "Speak friend and enter?" said Frodo, who had not moved from his place in front of the door for nearly two hours, "It's a riddle. Gandalf, what's the elvish word for friend?" Gandalf looked perplexed, "Mel-lon," he said accentuating both syllables as if he were teaching a child. The doors creaked and slowly opened to reveal a black hall inside. Relieved that their wait was over, they gathered up their things and went inside the hall. Mimi kept close to Legolas, her grip firm on her sword. The air was rank and the darkness scared her. She heard Roxie giggle behind, "It smells like something died in here," she said. "Now Master Elf," said Gimli coming to Legolas' side, "You shall enjoy the humble hospitality of the dwarves. Roaring fires, root beer, red meat off the bone!" "Gimli, I'm vegetarian," said Legolas cringing at the thought. "Foolish elven principals," muttered Gimli moving away. The room was illuminated as Gandalf wove some spell over his staff. The shadows slowly retreated back. "And they call this a mine," said Gimli as a total mess was revealed, "A mine!" Boromir was the first to notice what the mess really was, "This is no mine! It's a tomb!" he said in horror, "We should never have come here. Get out you idiots, get out. We make for the gap of Rohan, take the West road to Gondor." Legolas knelt beside one of the half decayed bodies and pulled an arrow from it's chest, "Goblins!" he hissed. He got to his feet and drew back his bow. Aragorn and the others all took up arms. Before they could turn, they heard the hobbits cry out. Frodo was pulled from the hall by a giant tentacle that had emerged from the lake. Boromir, Legolas and Aragorn ran to his aid. They fought the beast hard. Legolas' bow sang as it reeled off shot after shot but the hide of the beast was so strong that they bounced off it. Finally Aragorn cut Frodo free and they returned back into the cave. The creature, incensed at being robbed of it's prey, pursued them, pulling down the entrance and trapping the Fellowship in the mines. It felt like an age until Mimi opened her eyes again. The room was in pitch darkness. She groped wildly, trying to find a companion to convince herself she wasn't alone in the terrible blackness, "Legolas!" she cried, choking on the dust that enveloped her. "I can't see you Miranda. Stay still," came his reply. "Gandalf we need light," said Boromir. Gandalf's staff once again illuminated the room. Legolas ran to Mimi and pulled her against him. She shook violently as she cried. "Hush, hush my love. You're safe, you're safe," he said. His words were comforting but meaningless, Mimi knew they were still in danger. "But the goblins?" she said shuddering at the thought of the hideous stories she'd read about such beings and how they would be. Elves were more beautiful than she'd imagined, were goblins more hideous? "We shall cross that path when we come to it," said Gandalf, "We now face the long dark of Moria. Let us hope our presence goes unnoticed. Come, it's a four-day journey to the other side."
For three days they travelled undetected, nervous as those standing before an executioner. Finally Aragorn called their third day to an end. Throwing down his bag, he sat on the floor and pulled out his pipe. Everyone flopped thankfully onto the floor. Only Legolas remained standing. He paced back and forth, muttering to himself in elvish. "Take some rest Legolas," said Boromir, "You shall be no use to us if you are half asleep." "What's it to you?" snapped Legolas, still pacing. Mimi got up and took his hands, he was shaking, "Legolas, what is wrong with you?" she asked seeing his desperate expression. "He is an elf," said Aragorn, "No sun, no fresh-air, no trees. This place is like hell to him." "Sounds like claustrophobia," said Roxie, "You just need to get him to relax." "Will you stop talking about me as if I'm not here," said Legolas, "I know what's wrong with me and I'll be fine, just fine...once I get out of this cursed darkness," he cried kicking the stone step hard, "Ai-ie!" Mimi took off his bow and quiver, unfastened his doublet and slipped it off his shoulders, "Sit," she said. He obeyed. She sat behind him and pulled him back so that his head lay on her chest. She began to gently massage his shoulders, "Relax Angel. The others will keep watch for you. Try to sleep." Legolas shut his eyes and let her continue, feeling much of his anxiety drift away. "Sleep, sleep my Angel," she whispered, "You are safe, I swear to you." Legolas tried to resist her but the urge to succumb to her words enveloped him and he drifted away in her arms. Laying him back so that his head was on his rolled up doublet, Mimi covered him with her cape and brushed a stray whisp of blond from his face. She kissed his forehead, "Sleep well my prince. May God guard you until morning." "You have quite a touch," said Aragorn softly as Mimi joined him beside the fire. "It was nothing. All he needed was a little TLC." "TLC?" asked Boromir. "Tender, loving care. Its all anyone needs to get well." Mimi warmed her hands and got back to her feet, "Goodnight everyone," she said settling down beside Legolas, "See you all in the morning."
When Mimi woke the mines were quiet and most of the Fellowship asleep. Legolas breathed heavily and even beside her, his face buried in his arms. She sat up and looked around. Boromir was the only person noticeably awake, guarding the camp. She pushed up onto her feet and walked up to him. He turned, startled. "Did I wake you?" "No," said Mimi, "Have you slept? I can take over if you like?" Boromir shook his head, "Its okay. I slept earlier and relieved Aragorn about half an hour ago. We thought it would be best to let Legolas sleep. I'm sorry about what I said to him the other day, I was wrong. He clearly loves you and he is a good warrior, he proved himself at the lake." "Its not me you should be telling these things to," said Mimi, "Legolas needs to hear it from you himself for him to believe it." "I know. I only snapped because I was in a mood with Roxie." "You don't need to justify yourself to me. I didn't know you and Roxie were together until we reached the gates to the mines." "We didn't talk about it. You and Legolas were the big romance, we just wanted to keep it quiet." "I understand. Sometimes I wish Legolas and I had had more time privately. Now every touch is gossiped about," admitted Mimi sitting on the rock beside him. "Do you think we'll succeed?" asked Boromir after a few moments of silence. "In reaching Mordor? I don't know, I don't think anyone does." Boromir said nothing. "You worry for Gondor, don't you? Talk to me Boromir, perhaps I can help," said Mimi. "Can you destroy Sauron and his dark fortress with a word? Can you save my people?" "I can try. That's what the Fellowship is for, to save all of Middle Earth. The Elves, the Dwarves, the Hobbits and your people. We won't stop until we win or we die trying." "To think you're from a world unknown to magic," said Boromir with a smile. "Miranda?" groaned Legolas as he began to wake. "Sorry," said Mimi to Boromir. "Go on," he said, "He needs you at the moment." Mimi returned to Legolas' side, "I'm here baby," she said lifting his head onto her knees. She stroked his hair with her fingertips. He was pale, drawn and she could feel him shivering despite the humidity of the caves, he was suffering. He opened his eyes. His pupils were so wide, desperate to take in any light, that she could barely see their blue. "We're still here then," he said, his voice hoarse. Mimi nodded, "Only one more day. You're strong enough for that," she said. Legolas' eyes blazed with a sudden determination, "One more day," he said, "Only one more day." Getting to his feet he pulled on his doublet, "And the sooner we get moving..." "Legolas," said Boromir, "Eat something. The others are not yet awake and you need your strength." "I don't want for strength. I'm not mortal." "Please stop fighting!" cried Mimi, "You're like children the pair of you. Legolas, Boromir's sorry for the other day okay? We can't carry on with the mission if you two are always at eachother's throats." Both Boromir and Legolas looked defeated. "Beaten down by a woman," said Boromir, "Some warriors we turned out to be. Truce?" Legolas took Boromir's extended hand, "Truce," he said. "Took you long enough," said Aragorn, his eyes still closed. "How long have you been awake?" asked Mimi. "Long enough to hear you put those two in their place. Maybe you could train me. I need to learn how to deal with elvish temper tantrums if I'm going to marry Arwen." "If!" said Legolas sitting back down, "Elrond hasn't given his permission yet. Elven fathers do not part with their daughters to mortal men." "Well maybe Mimi's mortal father will not part with her to an immortal man!" retorted Aragorn. "My Dad would have no say in the matter, even if he was alive," said Mimi, "I'm twenty now and no longer under parental controls. I can marry who I choose, whenever I choose." "But doesn't your father, or Roxie's father have to arrange your marriage?" asked Legolas confused. "Not in my culture. Its entirely up to me and I'd never agree to an arranged marriage, just like you," said Mimi noticing Legolas' eyes light up. The others all began to come round from their sleep. They set off again and the road got harder and harder. Gandalf led the way, pushing them on and on. They reached three doors at which Gandalf stopped, "I have no memory of this place," he said. And so they stopped again, waiting for Gandalf to choose their path.
Hours passed. The room was filled with smoke from Aragorn's pipe and the air was sweet with the fragrance of what he was smoking. Miraculously the air seemed to reduce Legolas' anxiety. He lounged against a rock, restringing his bow. "You seem a lot better now," said Mimi. "I'm getting there," he said, "I miss the Sun. This darkness worries me." Mimi kissed him softly. Wrapping his cape around her, he kissed her back. Mimi pulled away as someone tumbled into her. She turned, "Frodo? What's the matted?" she asked as the little hobbit stared wide-eyed at her. He ran away from them and over to Gandalf. "What's got into him?" said Legolas. "Goblins?" said Mimi her hand flying to the sword at her side. Legolas took her hand and kissed the back of it, "Not alone," he said reassuringly, "They always attack in groups and never ambush, we'd hear them. Besides, I'll protect you." "I can protect myself, thank you very much," said Mimi snatching her hand away. "Ah I have remembered," said Gandalf. They followed him down a passage as he waffled on to Merry about following his nose. Legolas tried to take Mimi's hand but she hit it away and went to walk with Roxie. "Lover's tiff?" asked Aragorn beside him. "I don't know," said Legolas, "I'm going to find out though." He pushed through the Fellowship and grabbed Mimi's arm, "We're not getting into another fight," he said in a low whisper, "So tell me now what I've done." "I don't want you feeling you have to protect me. I can take care of myself, I have done for twenty years you know?" Legolas ran a hand over his eyes and sighed dramatically, "Miranda, have you ever seen a goblin or an orc? You've never faced one before and I don't know how you'll react. You didn't handle the Crebain or the water beast attack very well and I just want anything to...Gimli!" Gimli broke from the group as they entered a large cavernous room with many corridors and ran into an antechamber into which streamed pure white light. He threw himself to his knees in front of a huge sarcophagus upon which was written a runic inscription. Gandalf read it aloud, "Here lies Balin, son of Fundin. Lord of Moria. So he is dead then, it is as I feared." Gimli was wailing uncontrollably over the death of his cousin. Bodies littered the room, their features twisted and contorted in death's black mask. Mimi gasped as Gandalf took a great book from one of the bodies and part of it's arm crumbled away to dust. He began to read it aloud, a terrible tale of how the orcs and other creatures with no name were gradually taking the mines and killing the dwarvish settlers. Mimi edged closer to Legolas as the story made grim reading. "Drums...drums...drums in the deep. We have barred the gates. We cannot get out. They are coming..." Gandalf ended and looked up at the Fellowship from under the brim of his hat, "They are coming." Pippin, who until now had been silently examining a body by the well, twisted an arrow that was embedded in it's chest. The body, invisibly attached to a great weight, fell into the well, crashing down and down into the depths of Moria. Legolas drew his bow and loaded an arrow, there was silence. "Fool of a Took!" hissed Gandalf, "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity." Roxie walked over and put her arms around Pippin's shoulders, "Its not Pippin's fault Gandalf," she said hugging the little hobbit tight against her, "He didn't know it would do that." Without warning a great rumble of drums echoed from the deep. "We have company," muttered Aragorn. Legolas turned to him and some old, familiar glance passed between the two friends, "Its party time!" said the elf, his finger twitching on the string of his bow. Boromir went to the door and immediately pulled back as two arrows sailed passed him and pierced the frame. Frodo pulled Sting, his sword, from it's sheath and it glowed blue. "Orcs!" cried Legolas in disgust. Aragorn and Boromir began to barricade the door while Legolas threw them axes to bar it. The chamber rocked. "They have a cave troll!" exclaimed Boromir. The door barred, Aragorn ushered the hobbits away, "Stay close to Gandalf. You too girls." Roxie obeyed. "Not on your life," said Mimi coming beside him and arming her bow. Gimli climbed on top of his cousin's coffin, "Let them come. There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath." Aragorn aimed his bow, his sight waived as he tried to predict where the first orc would come from. Legolas stood still as a statue, his aim unmoving. Mimi, steadying her hands, aimed her bow along the same sight as his. Axes broke through the door, shattering the ancient wood. Legolas fired. His arrow flew through a tiny gap in the wood. There was a scream followed by the sickening slump of a body. The ground shook again but Legolas' sight still didn't move. The door shattered into a million pieces and a monstrous creature came in, roaring and waving an embossed club. Mimi fired but her arrow barely nicked the surface of it's skin. Orcs flooded in behind it. Shouldering her bow, Mimi drew her sword. She struck down the orc in front of her. "Miranda down!" Mimi hit the floor as an arrow sped above her and hit an orc brutally between the eyes. She was lost. Everywhere around her was a blur of movement. She fought hard, survival her only goal. Orcs fell but so did her comrades. Aragorn, then Frodo, Pippin, Merry, all fell victim to the troll. Finally Legolas, by a mixture of luck and skill, shot perfectly into the creature's mouth and it fell dead. Merry and Pippin got up from the floor and ran to where Frodo lay, on a spear that seemed wedged into his tiny body. Aragorn, revived, took the hobbit into his arms, "No Frodo," he said in a whisper. Frodo took in a breath, "I'm alright, I'm not hurt," he said sitting up. "But how?" said Aragorn, "That spear could have skewered a wild boar." "It seems there is more to this hobbit than meets the eye," said Gandalf. Frodo opened his shirt to reveal a beautiful chain mail shirt underneath. "Well," laughed Aragorn, "Here's a pretty hobbit skin to wrap an elven princeling in! If it was known that hobbits had such hides all the hunters of the Wilderness would descend upon the Shire." Frodo managed a weak laugh, "Its Bilbo's," he said. "Mithril," said Gimli, "You are full of surprises Master Baggins." "We should not linger," said Legolas, "The enemy is still close." As if on cue the drums started once more. "To the bridge of Khazad-Dum," said Gandalf. Leading them back into the halls of Dwarrowdelf, Gandalf moved at a run. Mimi felt Legolas' hand in her's as he dragged her along and was glad of the slight comfort it afforded. From all around them goblins and orcs descended into the hall, penning them in. They stopped, surrounded. Mimi waited for the orcs to strike, knowing their mere eleven could not defeat the great army. But the painful strike didn't come. The ground began to shake. Thumping echoed from far off. Without warning the orcs scattered, returning to their hiding places in the ceiling. Legolas lowered his bow, glancing round desperately, his eyes wide as if he was facing some childhood nightmare. Down the corridor something stirred. The corridor glowed orange, flickering like a great fire. "What new Devilry is this?" said Boromir. "A Balrog, a creature of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. RUN!" cried Gandalf. They needed no further prompting. They ran for the bridge. Running down great steps, on which either side there was an abyss, they reached a hole. Legolas jumped it easily. "Gandalf," he said beckoning the old wizard across. He jumped across into the elf's arms. "Now you Roxie." Roxie jumped and he caught her easily. The ground started to shake harder and the cave began to fall in. The steps wobbled precariously. Boromir picked up Merry and Pippin and jumped across the gap. "Miranda?" said Legolas. "I can't do it!" cried Mimi feeling dizzy. "Yes you can baby. Jump. I promise I won't let you fall," said Legolas. Mimi shut her eyes tight and threw herself across the gap. It felt like an age until she felt Legolas' arms tight around her waist. Boromir pulled her behind him and went to help Legolas. Aragorn threw Sam across and he was passed back to safety. "Now you Gimli," said Aragorn moving to throw him across. "No-one tosses a dwarf!" said Gimli, jumping alone. He fell short of the other side. Legolas grabbed his beard and pulled him up. With a tremor, half the steps that Aragorn and Frodo stood on, fell away. They scrambled back on top of it. The steps lurched and began to crumble beneath them. "Lean forward!" cried Aragorn, steadying Frodo. They leaned forwards and the steps fell towards the others. At the last moment, before the steps fell away, they jumped. Legolas caught Aragorn and Boromir caught Frodo. They gathered themselves and ran for the bridge. "Lead them on Aragorn," said Gandalf, "The bridge is near." Aragorn resisted but Gandalf shoved him away. "Do as I say! Swords are no more use here," said the wizard as he closed the heavy oak door and began to weave a spell over it. Aragorn led them to the bridge and all the while they could hear the shadow creature gaining on them. The bridge itself was barely two feet wide. Aragorn led Gimli and the hobbits across. They were showered by orc arrows as they crossed. Legolas pushed Mimi and Roxie onto the bridge, "Run and don't look back. Get out into the open. I'll be right behind you." The girls ran and he and Boromir closely followed. They reached the other side and looked back. Gandalf was only half way across when the great, terrifying creature emerged from the halls. Mimi couldn't describe it. It was somewhere between darkness and fire, terrible and beautiful all in one heartbeat. "Gandalf!" cried Frodo trying to get onto the bridge. Boromir held him fast. A great light emanated from Gandalf's staff as he spoke to the beast, "You cannot pass!" he cried, "I am the servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. You cannot pass! The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udun. Go back to the shadow. You cannot pass!" He struck the bridge and it shattered, the beast fell. Mimi took in a breath and realised she hadn't done so since the creature emerged. Her relaxation was only brief as the Balrog's great fiery whip came from the abyss and caught Gandalf's ankle. He fell, holding on to the bridge long enough to say, "Fly you fools!" The cave in became worse and orc arrows showered the Fellowship. "Gandalf!" cried Frodo trying to fight against the sheet of arrows. Boromir picked him up like a child as they all ran from the mines. The Sun and their tears blinded them all as they emerged into daylight. Boromir held onto the crying Gimli as he tried to return to the mines. All the hobbits were inconsolable. Mimi shook with fear, distress and loss. Nothing could have prepared her for what she'd seen or done. A friend dead. Blood of creatures that were once only horrific fairytales to her, on her hands and clothes. Her heart ached so much she found it hard to breathe. Aragorn's voice rang clear, "Legolas! Get them up." "Give them a moment for pity's sake," said Boromir close to tears himself. "By nightfall these hills will be crawling with orcs. We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Come Boromir, Legolas. Gimli, get them up!" Legolas wiped his eyes on his sleeves and helped Merry and Pippin to their feet.
CHAPTER TEN.
They walked for hours across land devastated by orcs. Black, dead, corrupted land. Suddenly, as if by magic, the devastation gave way to a beautiful green meadow that led up to the wood. Before Mimi could clock him, Legolas ran into the meadow and threw himself into the long grass, breathing heavily as his strength returned. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the Sun, not caring as it stung his eyes. "We are on elven ground," said Aragorn as he noticed Mimi staring in confusion at Legolas, "The northern forests of Mirkwood are similar to these. He is a wood-elf. I have seen him this way before after he has walked in the earth's dark places." Legolas sat up, "Isn't it beautiful Aragorn? Like when we came with Arwen when you were twenty." "Quite delightful little Greenleaf," said Aragorn pulling him to his feet. "Greenleaf?" said Miranda raising an eyebrow, "I thought you called him Mirky." "I do but I call him Greenleaf too, its his surname." "You're called Greenleaf?" giggled Mimi. "And what's wrong with that? You're called Tolkien!" "Does it really matter?" said Aragorn, "Why don't you two toddle off for a bit? I need to convince the others that these woods are safe." Legolas took Mimi's hand and led her into the seclusion of the trees. When they were out of sight, he pulled her to him and kissed her, "I've been wanting to do that for ages," he said curling her hair around his fingers. "So much has happened today it seems like I haven't seen you for ages," said Mimi, "I wish Gandalf hadn't...wasn't..." She choked back a sob. Legolas kissed her forehead, "I know Mellamin. We all do. His loss diminishes us all. He died so that we may live, so that we may give Middle Earth a chance of salvation." His azure eyes were gentle but with a new determination. Mimi pushed his hair back behind his slightly pointed ears. She smiled. "What?" asked Legolas laughing at her dreamy expression. "You're beautiful!" said Mimi laughing herself. "Its because the light's bad," said Legolas with a cheeky half smile. His expression changed, he looked nervous, "Marry me?" he said finally. Mimi had to double take, "What did you say?" she said. "Will you marry me Miranda?" His face was intense, deadly serious. Mimi's heart skipped a beat and then leapt into her throat. She couldn't speak. Legolas lowered his gaze, "I knew I shouldn't have..." "Yes!" said Mimi. It was Legolas who was now speechless. He let out a desperate sigh, catching up the breath he'd held whilst waiting for her answer. Taking her into his arms he picked her up and span her round, "Oh Miranda!" he cried placing her back on her feet, "You have made me the happiest man alive! I love you, oh God, I love you!" His kisses were frantic. "Angel! Angel!" giggled Mimi, "Calm down." "How can I calm down? We're getting married. You and me together, forever!" He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. "I'll love you till the day I die Legolas," promised Mimi stroking his long blond hair.
Tearing themselves away from eachother's company, Legolas and Mimi rejoined their friends. "Why are you too so happy? What went on in there?" said Roxie. "Want to tell her or shall I?" asked Mimi. "You can," said Legolas. "Okay...Legolas asked me to marry him!" "What?!" cried Roxie, an excited grin passing over her face, "Well, what did you say?" "Yes, of course!" said Mimi, "We are to be married as soon as possible." She hugged her friend and then returned to Legolas' arms. "Did I just hear you two right?" asked Aragorn coming to Legolas' side, "You bloody dark horse. I thought you were meant to tell me everything. I'm so pleased for you my friend. Its about time you settled down and got me some little nieces and nephews. Take care of him for me Mimi." He hugged them both. Mimi laughed, "I intend to." "Come. We seek sanctuary with the Lady Galadriel, Arwen's grandmother," said Aragorn leading them down the forest path. The forest was filled with the sound of rustling leaves and the gentle splash of an unseen brook. Mimi could hear Gimli talking to the hobbits but his words passed her by. She was occupied by Legolas' presence, his hand warm on her hip and his shoulder a firm pillow. Suddenly they cam face to face with seven loaded bows. Legolas loaded his own but relaxed with a secretive smile as he looked over at their leader. "Your dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark!" said a tall blond elf. Legolas masked a laugh. "Haldir of Lorien," said Aragorn, "We need your aid, grant us sanctuary in your land." "Give sanctuary to dwarves and mortals?! The Lady will not allow it," said Haldir. "Tell her that you will gravely displease your Uncle if you do not give sanctuary to your cousin and his companions," said Legolas coming into Haldir's sight. The other elf's eyes lighted in surprise, "Legolas!" he cried hugging him, "We were not told you were expected. It is great to see you cousin. Come, come all of you, fortunate favourites of His Royal Highness. The Lady will welcome you all warmly." They followed the beautiful elven cortege into a city in the trees. Everything glittered. Even Legolas' unnatural beauty was surpassed by the inhabitants of Caras Galadhon, the realm of Galadriel and Celeborn. They were led to a platform facing a great staircase. The light was so bright that everyone save Legolas had to shade their eyes. Two figures descended and, from the way they were dressed in long flowing, silver grey robes, Mimi took them to be the Lord and Lady themselves. Legolas bowed low, seemingly humble to the pair despite his title. "Eleven it was set out from Imladris," said Celeborn, "But I count only ten. Tell me where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him." "He has fallen into shadow," said Galadriel, her voice ethereal and distant, "The quest stands on the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet home remains while the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil, tonight you shall rest in peace..." Galadriel's voice seemed to drift away as Mimi watched the faces of Boromir and Frodo. Boromir began to weep and stare at her with a mixture of hatred and awe and Frodo looked as if he wanted to run from the wood. "But friends," said Galadriel, regaining their attention, "Let us have no ceremony whilst you remain in this realm. Come, sweet nephew Legolas, it has been many moons since I saw you last." She held her arms out to him and he went to her embrace. "I've missed you," said Legolas like a child long separated from a favoured relation. Celeborn lay a hand on his shoulder, "How are your parents? Is my sister well?" he asked. "Very well when I left," said Legolas, "And I have felt nothing to the contrary." "This is happy news borne with many ill tidings of today but I sense that your heart has more to share with us," said Galadriel backing away and smiling warmly. "You know me to well Aunt," said Legolas holding his hand out to Mimi. She walked over to him and he drew her to his side, "May I present Miranda Tolkien, my betrothed." "Indeed," laughed Galadriel, "It would seem My Lord that we have yet another mortal match to look forward to in our family." "And welcome it is. Dear Miranda, may you accept our fondest blessings," said Celeborn. Mimi blushed, "Thank you My Lord." With a few words of farewell to the group, Galadriel and Celeborn left. Before anyone could speak they were split into groups and led away by elven servants. Two elven women took Mimi and Roxie to a room high in the trees. "Those clothes are for you," said one of the servants in halting Westron, "We shall come for you in an hour." They closed the door and left Roxie and Mimi alone. Mimi walked over to the bed and ran her hand over the sleeve of one of the dresses. It was lace, white as the new fallen snow she remembered from Caradhas. She held it up in front of her, "What do you think?" "Its beautiful," said Roxie, "Put it on." Mimi changed out of her travelling clothes and put on the dress, it fitted her perfectly. She span around. "You'll give Legolas a heart attack in that," said Roxie. "Put your's on Rox," said Mimi, "You'll look like an angel with your hair loose."
Roxie and Mimi spent the hour laughing, talking and making eachother beautiful as they had done when they were children. The elven women returned and led them down into a shady glade. The grass was soft and warm beneath their bare feet. Gimli, Aragorn and Boromir sat in the glade together, they too had changed out of their worn travelling clothes into simple but well made elven clothes. Roxie sat beside Boromir. "You look wonderful," he said kissing her. "Thank you," said Roxie, "Is there anything about to eat? I'm starving." "Food's coming I think," said Aragorn, "When everyone's here." "Where are the others?" asked Mimi. "Merry, Pippin and Sam are still changing and Frodo and Legolas are with Galadriel," said Gimli. "Galadriel? Why?" asked Mimi. "She wanted to speak to Frodo but she wanted as elven translator present. The Lady of the Light rarely speaks in the common tongue of men, it is below her," said Aragorn. "That's a bit pompous isn't it? Considering that Frodo is the Ring Bearer and all," said Roxie. "Galadriel makes her own rules here and we shall abide by them as long as we are her guests," said Aragorn settling down on one of the large cushions that littered the floor. "But I don't understand why she wanted Legolas there. All the elves I've spoken to speak Westron and Frodo isn't bad at elvish," said Mimi. "The servant who came for Frodo said Galadriel felt it better to have someone he trusted translating rather than being surrounded by people he didn't know," said Boromir. Merry, Pippin and Sam tumbled into the glade. "Hey, check these out," said Pippin spinning round and showing off his clothes, "Hobbit sized and everything." "You look very grand Pip," said Roxie warmly. "I'm dying of hunger," said Merry, "Legolas and Frodo better get here soon." As if on cue they entered the glade. Frodo was in new clothes, similar to those worn by the other hobbits but Legolas looked completely different. Forsaking his grey doublet and mud stained boots and trousers, he now wore a white shirt with a tunic into which Mimi could have sworn Mithril was woven and plain black boots and trousers. His hair flowed freely about his shoulders, without a plait in sight. "Whoa!" said Mimi under her breath. He ran over to her and took her hands, "Miranda. Darling you look beautiful!" "Me? Look at you!" she cried. "Someone get me a bucket," said Boromir burying his head in Roxie's lap. "Hey boy! Don't hughie on my dress okay?" said Roxie pushing him back. "Ah you love it," said Boromir seemingly relaxing for the first time since the quest began.
The elven servants brought food and wine and they ate ravenously. At the end of the feast, Aragorn raised a toast to Gandalf's memory and the Fellowship echoed him fondly. Boromir walked away, his arms tight around Roxie's waist. Sweet singing filled the glade. "What is it?" asked Sam. "A lament for Gandalf," said Legolas. "What do they say about him?" asked Merry. "I do not have the heart to tell you," said Legolas softly, "For me the grief is still to near." Nearly as soon as it had started, the song ended. "Oh that was so beautiful," said Mimi as Legolas lay beside her with his head on her knees. "The elven voice is always beautiful," said Aragorn puffing thoughtfully on his pipe, "It is one of their many charms." "Can you sing Legolas?" asked Frodo. "Very poorly," said Legolas shyly. "Don't talk rubbish!" exclaimed Aragorn, "I have heard you sing many a time and I've never heard you hit an ill note." "Would you sing for us Legolas?" pleaded Sam. "What can I sing at such a time?" asked Legolas trying to escape the task. "I know the very song. Do you remember the tale of Nimrodel my friend?" asked Aragorn. "Not well." "What? Forgotten the words? And yet we sang it every day when we were boys, well when I was anyway," said Aragorn. Legolas sat up and shook his head in absolute defeat, "Okay, okay, I shall try;
"An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day;
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.
"A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair,
As sun upon the golden boughs,
In Lorien the fair.
"Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light,
As leaf in Linden-Tree.
"Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell,
Into the shining pool.
"Where now she wonders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel,
And in the mountains strayed...
...I forget the rest," he said casting his eyes to the floor. Mimi came back to reality from her dream as his song ended. "Told you he could sing," said Aragorn. He got to his feet, "Time for hobbits to be in bed." "What are we, children?" retorted Merry. "No, guardians of the Ring Bearer and therefore you need to rest," Aragorn ushered out the hobbits and then turned, "Dwarfs too." "No-one tells a dwarf..." "Gimli!" said Aragorn raising an eyebrow, "Bed." Gimli took the hint, "Ah yes, well I am tired. Master Elf, Lady Mimi, goodnight." "Goodnight Gimli," said Mimi after him as he left. "Well that's the most unsubtle way of leaving a couple alone," said Legolas getting to his feet. He offered Mimi his hand and she pulled herself up, "Not that I mind being alone with you Mellamin. Come with me, there's something I want to show you." He led her through the woods until they heard the crash of water. Walking into the clearing, Mimi looked upon the most beautiful waterfall she'd ever seen. "Nimrodel," said Legolas. "The waterfall from your song. Its amazing," said Mimi, "Oh Legolas this would be the perfect place for our wedding." "It would wouldn't it? As you wish darling, we shall be married here..." "Oh my Angel..." "...and now!" "Now?!" cried Mimi, "But how? We have no guests, no-one to perform the service." "We don't need them. All we need is you, me, the spirit of Lothlorien and the stars." "Legolas you can't be serious." "I'm serious Miranda, more serious than I've ever been in my whole life. I love you. I don't need some elven priest to tell me that. I want to make my own pledge to you with the heavens as my witnesses." Legolas' eyes shone with his desperation and Mimi knew he was serious. Mimi took his hands, "Then this is my pledge to you. I swear by the stars to love you forever, whatever comes between us. My heart, my body, my spirit I give only to you until the day I die. So is my promise to you." "And to you I give my heart for all eternity. My soul, my love, my immortality, all are your's. With the spirit of Lothlorien and my ancestors as my witnesses I am sworn to you and only you. So is my promise to you." He took the ring off his finger and placed it on the middle finger of Mimi's left hand. "Narya?! Legolas you cannot give me this," she said feeling tears of joy fill her eyes. "Yes I can for if it is upon your finger it has not left me for we are one, as are the two halves of Narya." He took the chain from around his neck and slipped the other half of the ring onto his wedding finger. Taking her left hand, he kissed her, sealing their pledge, "Sworn mine," he whispered as they parted. "Now and forever," said Mimi, "May it be."
When they returned to the city everyone was asleep. Hand in hand they silently climbed the steps to Legolas' room, high in the trees. His lips were hot on her neck as he kicked the door closed behind them. His hands slid up her back and onto the ribbon clasps of her dress. He pulled them loose and slipped it off her shoulders. "Legolas are you...?" He turned her to face him and placed a finger to her lips, "I have made you my wife," he said softly, "Now I want to make you my lover." Mimi didn't speak as he lifted her into his arms.
The warmth of the dawn filtering through the woods woke Legolas the next morning. His senses came to him and he became aware once more of the arms tight around his waist and the warm, slender body beside him. He brushed Mimi's hair back from her face and looked down on her as she slept. The memories of the night passed flooded back to him as he stared at her delicate serenity he loathed to break but he was compelled to speak, "In all my years and all I've seen, never have I seen anything as perfect as you," he whispered. Mimi stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Legolas kissed her. "I thought I was dreaming," she said sleepily, "But reality is all the better." Legolas lay his head on the pillow next to her and she rolled onto her side to face him. "How long have you been awake?" asked Mimi running her hand along his back and onto his shoulder. "Not long. Its only just dawn. The others won't be awake for hours." "Well then," said Mimi grabbing hold of the sheet that covered them, "We've got time to kill." Pulling the sheet over their heads the world around them disappeared.
Aragorn sat with the hobbits and Gimli in the glade. It was mid morning and they were all well revived having had the opportunity to sleep late. Once again the elven servants had brought them food better than could be expected of a king's banquet. "Galadriel has offered us boats to give us swift, safe passage down Anduin," said Aragorn, "It will make our journey easier, orcs don't like water." "She wishes a brief council with us before we leave, something about gifts," said Frodo. A rustling of leaves caught their attention. Legolas walked in, dressed in the same clothes as the night before. "Ah so you're finally up you skinny little...cocky, self-assured, hey, why are you so happy?" said Aragorn. "No reason," said Legolas blushing. "Where's Mimi? I thought you two were permanently attached at the lips!" said Aragorn laughing at his friend's embarrassed expression. "She's just changing," said Legolas quickly sitting down and masking his face with his hair. Aragorn noticed that Legolas was missing the ring he always wore on his right hand, "Legolas, where is your father's ring? Did you lose it in Moria?" "I gave it to Miranda," said Legolas finally raising his head, "As a symbol of my pledge to her. We were married last night." Astonished gasps echoed from all those present. "What?! How?!" cried Aragorn. "We went to Nimrodel and made our promises beneath the stars," said Legolas desperately trying to hide a contented smile. "How romantic!" exclaimed Sam. "Sentimental rubbish!" said Gimli, "A woman should be strong and willing to work. That skinny waif you have would be of no use in a mine." "My Miranda will never have to work in a mine so that requirement is obsolete." "Did I hear my name mentioned?" said Mimi entering the glade. She walked over to Legolas and sat beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I hear you two all but eloped last night," giggled Frodo. "So he told you then," said Mimi, "Yes I am now officially Mrs. Greenleaf." "And you're taking your honeymoon in Mordor, original!" said Merry. The sound of their laughter echoed happily through the trees above them. The group fell back into segregated conversation. Mimi lay back against Legolas' shoulder, "How are you feeling?" she whispered. "Fine. Why?" "The whole immortality thing. Do you feel any different?" "A little but not like I've lost something. I feel...I can't describe it...I..." "I think I know what you mean," said Mimi, "No regrets?" "Absolutely none. Its scary though, thinking that one day I'll look as old as Gimli," he said yawning, "I'm not going to survive the day." "What did you do to make you so tired?" said Mimi running her hand down his leg. "Oh I wonder!" said Legolas closing his eyes against her touch, "Amin mella lle Miranda." "Amin mella lle Angel." "Do you two ever stop?" asked Roxie, "I'm gonna have to invest in a bucket!" "A bucket? Why?" said Legolas pulling away from Mimi and looking quizzically at Roxie. Roxie laughed at his expression, "So that I can chuck cold water over you and then through up in it." "And I suppose you and Boromir haven't been off pashing it all this time?" said Mimi. "Believe me Mims, we've been doing far more than that," said Roxie, "Chat later. I'm starving!" "Did she mean what I think she meant?" said Legolas when she'd gone. "Uh-huh," said Mimi, "Looks like you and I aren't the only two who are going to be half asleep today."
They were soon summoned before Galadriel and Celeborn. The Fellowship had changed back into their travelling clothes and were ready to leave. "Travellers, friends," she said, "For each of you I have a special gift. Come forward Meriadoc Brandyback and Peregrin Took." The two hobbits knelt before her. "For you, elven blades crafted by my people. May they be your defence against the coming darkness." They took the swords and moved away, marveling at their gifts. "Boromir, son of Denethor, high steward of Gondor. I give to you this belt as a symbol of my realm. May it keep you from mortal darkness." She handed a belt of gold to him. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Samwise Gamgee. Aragorn, heir of Elendil, I give to you a sheath for your Anduril and also my grand-daughter, Arwen Evenstar, my blessing for your marriage. Samwise Gamgee, to you I give the soil of Lothlorien. If you return to your homeland and place it in the ground your garden shall be of great beauty." Sam nearly fainted at her gift. "Roxanne and Miranda, travellers from a distant realm of men, to you both I give the water of Nimrodel. Mark the head of your first daughter with this and she will grow in both grace and beauty." Mimi closed her eyes as she closed her hand around the tiny phial, and tried to imagine the face of her child. "Laiqalasse, dear nephew and Prince of Mirkwood," called Galadriel. Legolas knelt in front of her. "Your bow is worn and your quiver is dry so these we give to you," She handed him a new bow, beautifully crafted, and a quiver of the lightest arrows, "And unto you I place another gift, a prophecy. When you have lost all hope and your line is at its end there shall be one who comes to unite the kingdoms of Middle Earth. Do not seek it for it shall seek you out. So be the words of Galadriel." Legolas stepped back from the elven sorceress and returned to Mimi's side, his expression confused. "Gimli, son of Gloin, what would you ask of Galadriel?" she asked. The dwarf remained humble, "I would ask nothing of the Lady of the Wood, not now she has permitted me call her friend, I am unworthy of any more." "And yet you are worthy for not asking straight away. I know what it is your heart desires but I cannot grant it unless you ask for it." "Then all I ask is for a strand of your hair for it's gold is far more beautiful than anything my people can mine," said Gimli looking somewhere between fear and desire. Galadriel took a dagger from one of her guards and cut three strands of her hair. She lay them in the dwarfs palm, "Keep these for eternity and you and your descendents will be the richest of all the dwarvish tribes." She kissed his forehead softly and Gimli blushed behind his beard. "And now Frodo Baggins of the Shire, bearer of the One Ring. I give to you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star, Namarie. May it be a light for you when all other lights go out," She kissed him and whispered something over him in elvish. "Go forth now onto your quest. The enemy moves ever onwards. Our blessing and that of our kingdom goes with you," said Celeborn as the Fellowship headed down towards the boats. There were four moored on the banks of Anduin's tributary. Aragorn took the first with Sam and Frodo, Boromir the second with Roxie, Gimli the third with Merry and Pippin and finally Legolas and Miranda took the last. They set off, leaving the sanctuary of Lothlorien and pressing ever south to the darkness of Mordor. As the trees parted and they joined Anduin, Legolas began to sing in his own language,
"Ai laurie lantar lassi surinen,
Yeni unotimi ve ramar aldaron.
Yeni ve linte yuldar avanier
Mi oromardi lisse-miruvoreve
Andune pella, Vardo tellumar
Nu luini yassen tintilar I eleni
Omaryo airetari-lirinen.
"Si man I yulma nin enquantuva?"
Without knowing how or why, Mimi sang with him:
"An si Tintalle Varda Oiolasseo
ve fanyar maryat Elentari ortane
ar ilye tier undulave lumbule,
ar sindarvoriello caita mornie
I fulmalinner imbe met, ur hisie
Untipa Calaciryo miri oiale
Si vanwa na, Romello vanwa, Valimar.
"Namarie. Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva. Namarie."
"I just spoke elvish," said Mimi astounded. "I kinda noticed that Mellamin," said Legolas not elaborating. "But how? I only know a few phrases...oh I get it, sleeping with a magical being gives you more than you bargained for." "If only we had that power," said Legolas with an amused smile, "'Tis merely the magic of Lothlorien, all who enter become fluent in elvish, even those who live there cannot explain why." Mimi lay down and rested her head on his knees, staring up at the sky as he steered the tiny boat along the river. "Sleep if you can Miranda," he said, "We have a long journey to make." She kissed his thigh softly. "Hey Mellamin, we're in the open!" he said trying not to laugh. Mimi giggled, "You should be so lucky! I'll see you in a while," She closed her eyes. Legolas' lips lingered for a moment on her temple and then his song once again caught the air as Mimi fell into her dreams.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
Days passed and they had several unexpected adventures along the river. Mimi was rudely awakened as the boat hit land. She opened her eyes and sat up, "Where are we?" she asked. "Amon Hen," said Legolas. "We rest here until dark," said Aragorn, "Then we head for the eastern shore, hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the North." "Only really..." Gimli began. Mimi chose not to listen. She followed Legolas as he looked around. She tapped his shoulder lightly and he jumped. "Whoa! Angel its me!" said Mimi as he span round to face her, his hand flying to the dagger that hung by his leg. He relaxed, "You scared me," he admitted releasing the dagger's hilt. "Why are you so jumpy?" asked Mimi, "Are you getting one of those elvish prediction thingys?" "I'm not sure. I just can't shake this feeling that something bad's going to happen. I need to talk to Aragorn," he said walking away. Mimi settled down on a tree stump and took off her cape, quiver and bow. She could hear Gimli still grumbling loudly but she paid him no mind. It was Merry's voice that caught her attention, "Hey where's Frodo?" he said. Mimi glanced around and could not see the little hobbit anywhere. "Boromir said he was going to look for him," said Roxie. Aragorn turned to Legolas, a look of fear passing over his rugged features, "A shadow and a threat?" he said to the elf. Legolas nodded. "Stay with them. Gimli, Miranda on your guard," said Aragorn, "I'm going to look for them." Mimi didn't like the way he spoke. She got up and walked over to Legolas, "What did Aragorn mean by a shadow and a threat?" she asked. Legolas led her out of earshot of the rest of the group, "For a while I have felt a shadow in my mind telling me danger was among us," said Legolas his voice hushed, "At first I thought it was simply the evil of the Ring trying to take my mind to it's will but now I see it may have taken another." "Boromir?" asked Mimi matching his tones. "Yes, I remember at the council of Lord Elrond in Rivendell, Boromir greatly desired the Ring. He saw it as a weapon that could be used against Mordor. Even after Aragorn and Elrond told him time and time again that he could not wield it. I don't think he fully comprehends it's power." Mimi sat down as her head clouded at the thought of Boromir betraying them all, "Galadriel was right," she said as Legolas sat beside her and took her hand, "She said the quest stood on the edge of a knife and that hope only remained if the company was true but if Boromir is doing what you think then the Fellowship has failed and we have no hope." Legolas stroked the back of her hand with a fingertip, "Hope remains as long as the company is true," he said quoting his aunt, "So if you and I stay true to eachother, to Aragorn, to Gimli, the hobbits and Roxie, there is still hope. Keep believing Mellamin, Boromir has not yet fallen to the power of the Ring." Miranda wrapped her arms around his waist and lay against his chest, "I'm frightened Legolas," she said softly, "So very, very frightened." "We all are Miranda," he said, "But all will be well, I will see that it is so for you." He kissed her hair. "Legolas!" said Merry. "What?" said Legolas releasing Miranda and getting to his feet. "I thought I saw something move up ahead," said Merry pointing into the wood, "It was huge." Legolas peered into the forest, his eyes shone fiercely as he glimpsed something in the distance, "Yrch!" he hissed. Mimi didn't understand the word but she was convinced it was some elven obscenity. "Get up all of you," he said. "Its probably just an animal Legolas," said Mimi not moving. "Don't argue with me Miranda! Get to your feet!" Frightened by his change from husband to leader, she obeyed. "Get away from the camp and try to find the others. We must find Frodo." Mimi picked up her bow and quiver. Legolas came back over to her. Before she knew what he was doing, he pulled her hard against him and kissed her with more passion then Mimi ever dreamed possible, "Whatever happens," he said, "Always remember that I love you." He released her and moved to the head of the group, "We fight for Middle Earth," he said arming his bow, "ELBERETH GILTHONIEL!"
Running through the dense woodland Mimi had no idea what they were going to encounter. The hobbits broke away, searching for Frodo, leaving only four to face the foe they pursued. As they came upon a great ruin, Mimi heard terrible, foreign war cries but in the midst came a familiar call of, "ELENDIL!" A mass of tall black creatures, vaguely resembling the orcs they'd faced in Moria, swarmed the area but there, fighting bravely as ever, was Aragorn. Legolas sprang into the fray, his deadly aim felling several of the orc army before they even realised his presence. Even Roxie, who had previously never used the sword that hung at her side, fought hard against them. The orcs fell fast but more and more kept coming. As the battle raged the sound of a horn carried loud upon the wind. "The Horn of Gondor!" cried Legolas. "Boromir!" said Aragorn. They ran towards the sound but, as they did, an unseen orc took Mimi by surprise. She screamed as it's blade hit her side hard. Roxie fought the creature back as her friend fell. Alerted by the distinctly female screams, Legolas span round and shot the orc dead with pinpoint accuracy. Roxie cradled Mimi's suddenly frail body, "Oh God no!" she said tears rolling down her cheeks. Aragorn went on to Boromir's aid as Gimli and Legolas came to Mimi's side. Legolas fell to his knees next to her and pressed his hand to the cut on her side. She flinched, "I'm alright Legolas!" she said. "No you're not. Oh Miranda this is all my fault," said Legolas frantically trying to stop the bleeding. Mimi hit his hand away, "I'll be alright. Boromir needs you, Frodo needs you." "I can't leave you Miranda." "Yes you can. You made a promise back in Rivendell to protect the Ring Bearer. The future of Middle Earth depends on you. I do not matter." Legolas looked torn, "But I love you," he said, his eyes filling with tears. Mimi reached her hand up to his cheek, "I know baby. Now go, Aragorn needs you." "I'll take care of her Legolas," promised Roxie. He smiled weakly and then leant down and kissed Mimi softly, "I'll be back for you Mellamin, don't go anywhere!" Mimi had to choke back a laugh for fear of making the pain in her side worse, "I'll try not to," she said. "Come along Legolas," said Gimli. Legolas let go of Mimi's hand and ran into the woods, not once looking back knowing if he did he'd never be able to leave her. They ran full tilt to where they had last heard the Horn of Gondor. The scene that met them was of utter devastation. Uruk-hai bodies lay everywhere but in the midst of them lay their comrades. Boromir's body was riddled with arrows and he was fighting desperately for his life as Aragorn cradled him. Legolas could hear their hushed words and they made his heart ache. He looked on, helpless, as Boromir passed away, clutching his sword proudly to his chest. "Be at peace, son of Gondor," said Aragorn kissing his friend's forehead in farewell. Legolas' tears broke loose as he heard Aragorn choke back a desperate sob. He walked over and lay a light hand on his shoulder. Aragorn reached up and took it, his grimy black hand enveloping Legolas' slender white fingers. "There was nothing you could do Aragorn," he said softly, "Even Elrond's magic could not have healed him." "He died trying to save Merry and Pippin but his life was taken in vain for they are gone. I was too slow to save him." Legolas turned Aragorn to face him and hugged him tightly, "You did all you could my friend," he said as Aragorn clung mercilessly onto the elf's doublet, "It was his time, you could not have prevented it." Pulling back, Legolas knelt beside Boromir's body and gently removed the arrows from his chest. He snapped them in two and pushed the heads firmly into the ground beside the place Boromir fell. Staggering under the weight, Legolas lifted Boromir onto his shoulders. "He died a hero," said Gimli, "Yet I do not think that will bring much comfort to young Roxanne." "Where are they?" asked Aragorn regaining his composure. "Still be the ruins. Miranda is injured, I promised not to leave her for long," said Legolas struggling with the load he carried. Aragorn took Boromir from Legolas and cradled him as he would a child. They walked back to the ruins. Mimi lay on the floor, a makeshift bandage around her side. She reached her arms out to Legolas as she saw him but then pulled back as she saw Aragorn with Boromir. He lay him gently on the floor and Mimi realised he was dead. She felt Roxie tense beside her and then shake as she started to cry. She ran over to Boromir and threw herself down beside him, crying into his chest, "No Boromir!" she cried, "Please wake up! Please wake up! The orcs are gone now, you're safe. Boromir?! Boromir!" Aragorn knelt beside her and hugged her tightly. He said nothing. Mimi felt tears welling in her eyes. She pushed up to her feet, clutching her side tightly and walked over to Legolas, desperate for him to hold her and make the world disappear.
They gave Boromir a brief funeral. His body they gave to Anduin along with the symbols of his family and his honour. As the small boat disappeared over the great falls of Rauros, Legolas hurried another boat into the water, "Hurry. Frodo and Sam have reached the Eastern shore..." he stopped realising that no- one was following. He turned to Aragorn, "You mean not to follow?" "Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands, we can do no more for him. Miranda needs your aid now. Perform your magic for her Legolas, it can do no more for the hobbits." Legolas knelt beside Mimi and made her the same potion as he had made Roxie. Her injury slowly faded and disappeared. She fastened her shirt and jacket and got to her feet, "We should go after them," she said siding with Legolas. "No. I let Frodo go," said Aragorn. "Then it has all been in vain," said Gimli, "The Fellowship has failed." "Not if we remain true to eachother," said Aragorn, "We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death, not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind, we travel light. Let us hunt some orc!" Catching up their weapons and anything they could not do without, the remainder of the Fellowship of the Ring followed their captain back into the woods.
Their journey was long and hard and they fought many battles but their determination never faltered. Whenever hope seemed lost they had but to remind themselves of who they fought for. For Gandalf, their teacher, the man who saved Middle Earth from instant darkness by entrusting the Ring to Frodo to keep it from the Nazgul. For Boromir, their fallen brother, and for Merry and Pippin who could still yet be found if they did not give up. They pushed hard through Rohan and Isengard, leading great armies of men and their efforts were met with great rewards. Gandalf was returned to them by a magic that even Legolas couldn't comprehend and Merry and Pippin were found alive and unharmed as door wardens at Isengard. Aragorn kept his promise to Boromir, he did not allow the White City of Gondor fall. Accepting his title of king, he led his army against the evils of Mordor. It was a bloody devastating battle and many fell. Uniting all who would join him, Aragorn led his men to Mount Doom. There an almost complete Fellowship joined with Frodo and Sam once more. Acting once again as Frodo's bodyguards, the Fellowship followed him into the very fires of Gorgoroth. Legolas and Mimi proved a formidable force alongside the united skills of Roxie, Aragorn and Gimli as they fought against Sauron's dark forces and forged a path to where the Ring could be destroyed. Finally, standing on a platform high above the raging fires, Frodo was able to cast the One Ring, the Ash Nazg, into the fire where it was forged. A great white light blinded them and screams from Sauron's forces filled the air. As the air cleared the fire within the mountain died down and they ventured back outside. Sauron the Deceiver, Elves bain, lay dead on a plateau over looking Mordor and his army of orcs lay motionless. The human and elven army of the free peoples of Middle Earth cheered as their heroes emerged. No-one had words to describe their feelings at that moment but finally Gandalf, laying his hand on the young hobbit's shoulder, spoke, "Well done Frodo," he said, "Well done."
CHAPTER TWELVE.
They were brought back to Gondor in great festivities. Parties ran for many days after the fall of Mordor but the Fellowship, glad to be finally reunited after their time apart, remained within the white tower of Ecthelian. Gathered in the main hall, they sat at a great banquet. "So what's this in aid of Your Majesty?" asked Legolas. "Do I need an excuse to have a party?" said Aragorn, "I just like us all being together but I do also have an announcement. Tomorrow we leave for Rivendell, I'm going to see Arwen." "Well if you plan to go to Rivendell I invite you all to Mirkwood afterwards, its about time my Father met the famous Fellowship," said Legolas. "At least the journey back will be easier than the journey coming," said Roxie, "Its nearly a year since I last saw Rivendell." "Lord Elrond won't be happy if I go back," said Mimi. "But situations have changed," said Aragorn, "When we left you weren't Legolas' wife." Mimi glanced across the table at Legolas and smiled, "No, I guess things have changed." "Get a room you guys," cried Merry as Legolas blew a kiss across the table at Mimi. "You're just jealous," said Pippin. "No I'm not!" huffed Merry, "I just don't like all that mushy stuff." "Does it really matter?" said Frodo. "Not in the scheme of things," said Gandalf blowing smoke rings from his pipe, "We may yet see your Uncle Bilbo when we return to Rivendell and he may write your story in that book of his." "I hope so. I've missed him but there's every chance he may have died." "Let us not think of it," said Gandalf. The rest of the banquet passed in trivial conversation.
Mimi yawned and stretched, "Well I'm gonna get an early night. Sweet dreams everyone." She walked round the table and leant down to kiss Legolas' cheek, "Goodnight Angel," she said. She let her hair fall to hide their faces, "I'll be waiting," she whispered. She pulled away and left the room. Legolas fidgeted in silence as he tried to think up a plausible excuse to leave. Finally he simply tried a fake yawn, "Well I'm exhausted," he said getting to his feet, "See you in the morning." He began to walk away. As his hand was on the catch of the door Aragorn called out to him, "Legolas! Give Mimi our love," he said with a sly wink, "And make your exit a bit less obvious next time." Legolas blushed as he left the room, closing the door to the laughs that echoed from the table.
"You took your time!" said Mimi as Legolas came into the room. She stood by the fireplace in a white silken robe, her chestnut hair in ringlets about her shoulders. Legolas walked over and took her into his arms. The firelight danced on his hair, making it seem red rather than blond. "I've missed you," he said kissing her, "It seems like we've had less time together since we defeated Sauron than we did when we were travelling." "All these parties are more stressful than any battle," said Mimi, unfastening his shirt and throwing onto a nearby chair. She reached up and pulled the tie out of his hair, letting it's red gold run over her hand, "There's my Legolas," she said laying her head on his chest. He took the tie from her and cast it into the fire, "And here he shall stay," he said hugging her tightly. "Your father won't be happy." "I don't care! He has no choice but to accept my decision. Once we've seen him you and I can go off somewhere. We could live here, in the Shire, in Mordor if you wish it." Mimi laughed, "Mordor?! Oh how terribly romantic!" "So you want romance? What do you want me to do? Sing? Perhaps one of those dreadful elven poems I know would please my fair lady? Or would you rather I whisk you off and carry you into the mountains and...?" "Just shut up and kiss me Legolas!" said Mimi capturing his lips.
After barely an hour's sleep, Mimi was not best pleased when Aragorn knocked on the door the next morning. "Mimi! Two hours until we leave okay?" "Yes, yes. We'll meet you in the courtyard," she called back. Legolas stirred beside her. She stroked his hair, sending him back to sleep. She kissed his shoulder, "I'll wake you in an hour," she whispered. Climbing out of bed, she pulled on her robe and sat down opposite the mirror. She ran a brush through her hair and stared at her reflection. "Come back to bed Miranda," murmured Legolas, his voice muffled by the pillow. "I thought you were asleep," said Mimi turning to face him. "I was until dear Aragorn nearly hammered the door down." He reached out to her, still not facing her. She walked over and took it. Before she knew it she was dragged down onto the bed, "Legolas!" she cried as she tumbled down amongst the pillows. He pulled her on top of him, "Now Miranda darling," he said running a finger down her back, "What are you doing wearing that?" His hand slid onto the tie at her side and he slowly undid it. "I wonder what you're after!" said Mimi slipping onto the bed. He pushed the robe off her shoulder, "You're so beautiful," he said running delicate kisses across her neck. He tilted his face to her's and she kissed him. Wrapping the blankets tightly around her they lost all track of time.
"This is officially the most disorganised group in history!" cried Aragorn, "I told Mimi two hours and I know she heard me." "Aragorn, she's with Legolas," said Roxie, "Its kinda obvious what they're up to." "But they've been in that room for over twelve hours and then some!" "Well obviously elves have some staying power!" giggled Roxie. "Do you want me to go and get them?" asked Pippin. "Erm...I don't think that's a good idea Pip," said Aragorn, "They might be in quite a compromising position." Pippin blushed, "Well...yeah...I suppose." "Oh Pip you're so sweet," said Roxie kissing his cheek and hugging his shoulders. Pippin only succeeded in blushing even deeper. "I'll fetch them," said Roxie, "Mimi's pretty calm tempered." "How about just knocking on the door?" said Frodo. Realisation dawned across Roxie's face, "Oh yeah. You've got a cunning little brain for such a small thing." "I'll choose to take that as a compliment," said Frodo. "It was meant as one," said Roxie leaving the courtyard.
"Oh my God. Legolas we are so well and truly dead," cried Mimi pulling her doublet on over her travelling clothes. Legolas was frantically stuffing half their wardrobe into a bag, "Well Aragorn should have given us more warning," he muttered. "He gave us two hours!" said Mimi. "Mimi come along!" cried Roxie through the door. "We're nearly ready," called Mimi, "Tell Aragorn we'll be there in a minute." "He's spitting fire out here. He's anxious to get moving." "Okay, okay, we're coming," said Legolas, "Have you got everything Miranda?" Mimi glanced around the room, "I think so...wait, no, I haven't..." She walked over to the dresser and picked up the phial Galadriel had given her, "You never know when we might need something like this and judging by your behaviour last night...oh and this morning, we'll be needing it sooner rather than later." "Now that would be an adventure," said Legolas taking her hand as they left the room.
"Maybe next time you two will keep your night-time activities to the night!" said Aragorn as they descended into the courtyard. "I have no doubt we'll be waiting the entire day for you and Arwen when we leave Rivendell," said Legolas fastening his bag onto a beautiful white horse. He patted his side fondly, "Hey boy! So you made it then." "Is he your horse?" asked Mimi stroking the horse's nose. He nuzzled into her. "He's usually wild," said Legolas, "But I saw him the other day and spoke to him. He agreed to be our mount." "Have you named him?" asked Mimi. "I thought you could do that," said Legolas. "Okay," said Mimi, "What do I call a beautiful horse like you? Hero?... no you don't like that do you? Hmm...horse names? I know, I'll use one from one of my own stories. You shall be called Descaminord." The horse whinnied in delight and Mimi knew she had chosen well. "Perhaps I should introduce our new Descaminord to our other mounts. This is Hasufel," said Aragorn patting the horse next to him, "Gandalf's ride is the famous Shadowfax, Gimli's Arod, and Roxie's Loci... oh and that old nag over there is called Legolas!" "Very funny Aragorn. You should have been a jester rather than a king," said Legolas helping Mimi onto Descaminord's back. "Oh Legolas its just a bit of horse play," said Roxie. Mimi groaned, "Roxanne that is the most dreadful pun I've ever heard." "What side of whose bed did you get up on this morning? You're suffering from lack of sleep girl," said Roxie climbing onto Loci. Mimi stuck her tongue out at her. "How wonderfully juvenile," said Gandalf, "Come along Frodo." He pulled the little hobbit in front of him on the horse. Sam climbed onto Hasufel and Merry onto Arod. "Where am I meant to go?" whined Pippin. Merry shot him a mischievous glance and smiled wickedly, "With Roxie!" "Oh," said Pippin looking sheepishly at Roxie. She offered him her hand, "C'mon Pip, up you get." He took her hand tentatively and let her lift him onto Loci. She wrapped her arms around his waist and took the reins. Pippin's eyes were wide with fear and delight. "Comfy?" asked Roxie. Pippin didn't answer as he stared into space. "Pippin?" "What? Oh yes I'm perfectly fine." "Good," said Roxie kissing his cheek, "Wouldn't want you to fall off." Merry laughed, "Well that's a matter of opinion." "Merry that's not fair!" said Sam. "Just a bit of fun Sam. I don't mean it," said Merry looking hurt. "Hey, hey, hey no fighting!" said Aragorn, "Let's get moving. Legolas get on your horse unless you plan to run at a gallop." Legolas climbed up behind Mimi. They followed Aragorn out of the palace gates.
The streets were littered with the remnants of the party the night before. "Looks like it was a good night," said Roxie. "Shame we didn't go," said Mimi. Legolas tapped her arm, "Aren't I good enough entertainment?" "What do you think?" said Mimi laying back against him and running her hand along his leg. Leaving the city gates, Aragorn turned briefly and looked up at the white tower of Ecthelian, "I wish Boromir had lived to see it again," he said. Legolas drew Descaminord beside him and lay a hand on his shoulder, "Do not dwell on regrets my friend. He would not have wanted you to." "No I suppose he wouldn't," said Aragorn turning and hugging the elven prince, "Thanks for sticking around Legolas. I'm gonna miss not having you about when you go back to Mirkwood." "Hey don't get all sentimental on me. We're not going away for a while." They rode side by side, "Do you and Mimi intend to go to the havens?" "Havens?" asked Mimi. "All of the elves are leaving mainland Middle Earth," said Legolas, "We cannot live with advances of men, we fear change." "So you're just leaving?!" cried Mimi, "Can you come back?" "Once we are there we are bound to the land. To return would be to lose our immortality," said Legolas, "If we went we would both become immortals and we couldn't return without age catching us." "Sounds heavy...but I shall follow you wherever you go," said Mimi noticeably unwilling to leave the mainland. "Then we shall go to the court of Aragorn in Gondor. For I have no intention of leaving the mainland. I'm mortal and leaving such a group of friends would prove too hard," said Legolas as he felt Mimi relax, "That is, of course, if the great king will have us?" "Always little Greenleaf," said Aragorn.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
The road to Rivendell took a month. The journey was easier than their travels from the elven citadel but they were still armed, it was a habit not easily dropped. They were met at the gates of Rivendell by Elrond, Arwen and a select company of elves. Not caring for the traditions or decorum that would befit a king, Aragorn leapt from Hasufel's back and ran to Arwen, gathering her up in his arms. "Oh my love!" she cried, "I'm so glad you're alright. I've prayed everyday for your return." Aragorn kissed her, tears stinging his eyes as she clung to him, "I've missed you so much," he said hugging her tightly. Arwen ran a finger along the pendant that hung around his neck, "You kept it on all the quest?" she asked. "Never once did I take it off. It has brought me much luck and comfort." Aragorn pulled away from her and walked over to Elrond. He bowed low, "Lord Elrond." "Your Majesty," said Elrond, "I know the question your heart desires my answer to and we shall discuss it in due course but first, welcome. Your stay here has been long awaited. You shall be our final guests here before we leave for the havens." Turning from Aragorn, Elrond welcomed each guest in turn, praising them for their bravery against Mordor. When he reached Roxie and Mimi, he stopped. His look was icier than that of Sarumon. Roxanne gulped and then scurried behind Gandalf, "He's so gonna yell, I know he is." Mimi dropped into a dignified curtsy, "Lord Elrond? I return having fulfilled my part in the quest." Her voice quivered with fear. "Miranda. Your name has been much praised by travellers who have stopped for shelter here. There is one in particular who has told me of your deeds in Moria." Mimi looked up, confused, "Indeed my Lord? Who?" Elrond stood aside and, from behind two guards, came the Lady Galadriel, "Tiro! El eria e mor," she said. Mimi whispered the translation in Westron, desperately trying to remember the rituals Legolas had taught her, "Look! A star rises out of the darkness." She caught the Lady's bright blue eyes and breathed deeply. Mimi spoke, "O mor henion idhu." "From darkness I understand the night," said Elrond translating her words in amazement. Galadriel turned to him, "What I told you was true. Not only has this child proven herself as a great warrior and a true companion, she has also learnt the elven ways. She has earned your acceptance." "To learn two lines of elvish is not to know our ways," retorted Elrond, "If she wants my acceptance, let her speak the elven prophecy for it is the oldest of all our traditions." "Very well. Miranda?" said Galadriel. Mimi glanced helplessly at Legolas. "It's the one I taught you yesterday," he said quietly, "You can do it, go on. I believe in you." Mimi took a deep breath and tried to recall what he had taught her, "The Seer speaks," she said, "Yenillor morne tulinte I quettar tercano nurvua. Hlasta! Qyetes Hfirimain!" Elrond stood gawping as Mimi spoke the incantation perfectly. "She has been well taught," said Galadriel, "Close your mouth Elrond, it is not becoming." "But...who taught you?" stuttered Elrond, "It would take so much devotion, love and will to teach a foreign mortal such things." Legolas coughed for attention, "That responsibility fell to me Elrond," he said coming to Mimi's side, "With the help of the magic of Lothlorien, I have taught her all I know and she has proved to be a very apt and willing pupil. Besides, to teach her was my duty as he husband." Elrond's amazement rose to a knew level, "Her husband? Did you know of this?" he said turning to Galadriel. "I heard it whispered on the air. Their union was of a peculiar kind but still as sacred as any elven wedding. They were sworn to eachother by the falls of Nimrodel with the spirit of Lothlorien as their witness." "How romantic," cried Arwen, "I can't believe you two got married." "We're in love," said Legolas, "It just seemed the right thing to do." "But, if you are married," said Elrond, "That would make Miranda a princess of Mirkwood." "And therefore worthy of your respect." "All I ask is that you give me a second chance," said Mimi, "I have changed." Legolas slipped his hand into her's, "Please Elrond," he said, "Miranda has proven herself more than worthy of your respect." Elrond took her hand from Legolas and kissed the back of it, "Then let her enter freely for she has my blessing and my approval." Mimi's eyes were bright with tears, "Thank you so much. You don't know what this means to me." "Father, isn't there something else you wanted to ask Mimi? You promised," said Arwen. Elrond sighed dramatically, "Very well, if it pleases you child. Mimi will you and Roxie dance for us again?" "Dance? For you? But you hate our dancing!" cried Roxie. "You wanted me thrown out of Rivendell last time. I nearly..." Mimi trailed off, not wanting to publicly admit her attempted suicide. Legolas' arms crossed about her waist as he sensed the hurt she felt, "But something good came of it," he said, "If you hadn't needed a shoulder to cry on we may never have admitted our feelings. Dance my Miranda, dance as you did when we first fell in love." Mimi turned to him, "Are you sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable." "Of course I'm sure," said Legolas running a fingertip along the ring on her finger, "I know you're mine this time." "Okay. I'll dance. Roxie?" Roxie pirouetted and came to Mimi's side, "You betcha ass I'm dancing!" "Arwen?" She looked at Elrond, her eyes pleading. "If you must," he said. "Fantastic! I've kept our costumes from the last time and I remember all the dances perfectly. Come on, this will be a night to remember." She took Mimi and Roxie's hands and dragged them into the building. "Your rooms are ready and prepared. You may wish to relax before dinner. I shall send servants to collect you. Aragorn a word. The rest of you, until this evening," said Elrond. The others went to their rooms as Aragorn remained in silence. Elrond turned to him, "Follow me." Aragorn followed him into Rivendell and into the room dedicated to the battle Elrond himself had fought against Mordor. "You are King of Gondor Aragorn," Elrond began, "As was Isildur, your ancestor and the man who allowed the Ring to remain in being. He is responsible for all the suffering this world has endured since that time." "His actions are not my fault," said Aragorn fearing the path that Elrond was taking. "But yet you are of his blood and vulnerable to the same weakness." "I helped Frodo destroy the Ring. I went into the very fires of Mount Doom with him. I have proven that weakness is not part of me." "You ask for my daughter's hand, the only one of my children who truly reminds me of my wife. I know you will not leave Gondor and I must go to the havens. You see my position Aragorn, to part with her to anyone, especially a mortal, I have to be sure." Aragorn turned away and ran his hand along the silk which the shards of Narsil once lay upon before they were reforged as Anduril, "I love her Elrond and I will not fail her. This quest I fought for Arwen, not for honour, not for my people, not for Middle Earth. She was my drive, my courage, to take her away with you over the sea would destroy me. You once looked upon me as your son, treated me with the same kindness you gave to your own children, why take it from me now? You know Arwen's feelings for me too. You would break her heart to separate us. Please, I beg you, give her to me, make her mine and I swear she will never know suffering again." "I know your feelings for her Aragorn and I know her's for you so, in light of that, despite my misgivings, I grant my consent to your marriage." "But Elrond..." Aragorn began but then realisation dawned across his face, "You will let us marry?" "That's what I said. I know you will take care of her for me. I shall announce our engagement at dinner tonight." Aragorn looked close to tears, a million emotions dancing in his mind, "Thank you, thank you so much. I have to find Arwen and Legolas! You won't regret this Elrond, I promise." He hugged the elven lord and then ran into the corridors of Rivendell, in search of his friends.
Roxie twirled in front of the mirror in her dance clothes, "I never thought I'd be wearing these again," she admitted running her hand along her sequined top. "You look great huney. Like we did in the old days," said Mimi, her long legs wrapped in the sheer elven silk that made her dance trousers, "I hope I can still do it." Roxie kicked her leg to her head and fell into the splits, "Well I've still got. C'mon Mimi give it a try." Mimi scrambled off the bed and joined her on the floor, "Hey, its still alive and kicking. We'd better get practicing, we need to excite, tease and torment tonight." Arwen joined them, her beautiful long hair tied up in an elaborate style, and they began to practice.
Legolas was nearly sent flying as Aragorn rounded the corner and ran straight into him. "Whoa! Why the rush?" he asked as he recovered himself. "Legolas! I was just looking for you." "Well you've found me and in the most painful way possible. How did it go with Elrond?" "You'll never guess! Elrond has agreed to Arwen's marriage. He gives his blessing to our betrothal!" cried Aragorn. "What?! That's great. I'm so happy for you my friend," said Legolas hugging him, "Does Arwen know?" "Not yet. I'm just going to see her." "Huh! I hope you have more luck than I've had. I've just been turfed out of my own bedroom! They're trying on their costumes for tonight, strictly no men allowed, so I'm retreating to see the hobbits," said Legolas. "Come with me please! I'm going to be screaming the place down and don't try to tell me you mind spending a few moments in Mimi's company," said Aragorn a familiar look passing over his features. "I suppose so. It would be nice to spend a little time with her, if I had my way I'd never leave her side," said Legolas his eyes dreaming. "I've never seen you as happy as you are when you're with her my friend. I'm so pleased you found her," said Aragorn. "So am I. I've always been so alone, just me and my stupid songs. It wasn't till I saw Miranda that I realised how lonely I was." "I have to admit I was shocked when you first told me you liked her," admitted Aragorn as they started walking, "You'd only known her a couple of days and you'd always seemed so disinterested by love. It was strange to see your face when you heard her sing, I thought you were going to faint." Legolas laughed, "I nearly did! She was so wonderful and she made me feel needed. She wanted someone to love her and I was willing, she's so very special, the second I saw her I fell in love with her." "I know what you mean, it was the same with Arwen. What was I, seventeen, eighteen when I found Rivendell?" "Seventeen, we celebrated your coming of age two months later. That's when we both got really drunk and got a total telling off from Elrond for disturbing the peace!" laughed Legolas. "Yes I remember. Elrond took me in from the cold and made me part of the family but I found my comfort with Arwen. The second she walked into my room to wake me the next morning I fell in love with her and I've never stopped." They reached Miranda's door, "We are both blessed my friend," said Legolas, "With sweet angels who..." A piercing screech from the room silenced him, "Fucking Hell! Stupid, fucking useless bastard of a dance!" came Mimi's voice from inside the room. "Oh Mimi you pratt. Get up, you look like a right fool," cried Roxie. Aragorn tapped reluctantly on the door. "If you're tall, dark and look like Brad Pitt come in," called Mimi, "But if not, fuck off!" "Well I'm tall and dark," said Aragorn shrugging his shoulders, "And I have no idea who or what a 'Brad Pitt' is!" He opened the door and walked inside. Legolas followed behind. "Hey girls, the strippers have arrived!" cried Roxie. "And they're not bad looking either!" said Mimi, "Come on boys get your kit off or you can leave! I told you no boys allowed!" "Well firstly we are not taking our clothes off for a bunch of screech owls, secondly we are not boys, and thirdly Aragorn has an announcement," said Legolas. Aragorn walked over to Arwen and took her hands. She smiled up at him. "Arwen I've just been talking to your father," he said his voice low and his face serious. Arwen's smile faded, "And...?" "And you'd better enjoy your last few days as a single girl," he said a smile creeping onto his face, "Because we're getting married!" "What?!" cried Arwen, "I..." Before she finished speaking she was in Aragorn's arms, kissing him. "I can't believe Elrond agreed to their marriage," said Roxie, "From what Arwen said he was totally against it." "He was," said Legolas, "But I don't think he could bear the thought of breaking her heart." "Mimi you don't mind if I disappear for a while do you?" said Arwen disengaging herself from Aragorn, "Its just that I need to see Father and..." "Its not a problem sweetie," said Mimi, "The two of you should spend the evening together. We'll dance tomorrow night." "Thanks Mimi," said Aragorn as they walked to the door, "See you later." They left. Roxie huffed down on the bed. "Are you alright Rox?" asked Legolas sitting in a nearby chair. "Yeah, why shouldn't I be?" said Roxie staring at her feet. "You just don't look very happy, that's all." "She probably misses Gondor," said Mimi leaning against the bedpost, "I know I do." Roxie laughed weakly, "I do miss Gondor but not the White City." "Boromir?" said Legolas kneeling in front of her and taking her hands. Roxie nodded as Mimi sat beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. "Its so hard seeing you two together and now Arwen and Aragorn. I just want to feel loved again, to be needed." She started to cry. "Oh Roxie, no!" said Mimi hugging her tightly, "My poor baby." "Why didn't I just let Elrond send me home Mimi? Why did I let myself go on that stupid quest and lose the only man I've ever felt anything for?" "You helped so much on the quest Roxanne," said Legolas, "And Boromir died to save Middle Earth. You are both heroes. I know it doesn't ease the loss but he would not have wanted you to grieve for him." Roxie squeezed his hand, "You're right. He wouldn't have wanted to make me cry," she said wiping away her tears with her free hand, "I must look a right pratt!" "You look no worse than Miranda," said Legolas. "Oi! Cheeky stink!" said Mimi, "You'll pay for that insult dearest." "I'll leave you two to have one of your girly chats," said Legolas getting to his feet, "I'm going to see Frodo." "Bye Angel." "See you Legolas and thanks, you've been a great help you know?" "Its what friends are for," he said leaving the room. "You've got quite a catch there Mimi," said Roxie as the door closed. "I know. Roxie I wish you'd told me how you were feeling. I want to help you." "I couldn't tell you. You were so happy with Legolas and I didn't want to bring you down." "I'm sorry," said Mimi lowering her eyes as guilt washed over her, "I didn't mean to put him before you, its just..." "Hush huney, you love him, its obvious. I suppose part of what I'm feeling is jealousy. I thought I had the start of something special with Boromir but he was taken from me before we could make any real commitment. You and Legolas were lucky and I know he'll take care of you when I'm gone." "Gone?" asked Mimi, fear flooding her face. Roxie nodded, "I'm going to ask Elrond to try and find a way home. There's nothing for me here. I belong in London." Mimi held her hands tightly, "No Roxie you can't go! I'll never see you again. I need you here, you're my best friend in the whole world." "And you're mine but you have to see things from my point of view. I have a life back in London, a future." "You have a life here! Come back to Gondor with us. Legolas and I intend to live at court and so could you. You're family." "What? And be the poor spinster everyone feels sorry for? No fear! I don't want your pity Miranda!" "Fine!" cried Mimi jumping to her feet, "If you think I only want you to stay out of pity then leave!" "Mimi I didn't mean..." said Roxie as she started to cry. "Oh you meant it Roxie. Well go, I don't need you. I've never needed you. I've got Legolas to rely on now and I know he just won't up and leave me when he's a bit down. Tell Elrond to open the portal, I'll even have Legolas help him. Have a nice life Roxanne." Mimi stormed out of the room. "Mimi, I'm sorry! Please don't go," cried Roxie. There was no reply. Getting to her feet, she left the room and fled into the gardens.
Pippin sat with his feet in the stream. He hummed softly to himself as he stared around the beautiful glen. His attention was grabbed as someone ran across the bridge. He looked up and saw Roxie flop down on the bench and weep into her hands. He got to his feet and hurried over to her. "Roxie?" he asked laying a hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?" She looked up at him, "Oh Pippin," she cried, "Everything's such a mess." She clung around his waist, crying into his shirt. He stroked her hair gently, "What's wrong Roxie? I can't bear to see you cry." "I've just had the biggest fight with Mimi. She doesn't care about me anymore, not now she's got Legolas." "You know that's not true," he said sitting beside her, "You and Mimi have always been such good friends. Why the sudden change of heart?" "I want to go home Pippin. I want to go back to London, forget I ever came here. Middle Earth has brought nothing but pain to me since I arrived." "What about the friends you've made? Do you think we're gonna let you go without a fight?" Roxie managed a weak laugh, "I guess not. I'm so confused Pip. I need to get away from it all, pull my head in for a few hours and just chill." "I'll leave you in peace then," said Pippin getting to his feet. "No Pippin! I want you with me." "You do?" said Pippin his eyes lighting up. "Uh-huh. I know I can talk to you. Stay with me, please," said Roxie holding his hands tightly. "I'll stay with you forever if you ask it of me." His bravery taking over, he kissed her cheek and hugged her tightly.
Legolas held Mimi as she cried, "Hush, hush my love. What is wrong? Why are you crying?" Mimi clung to him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder and crying even harder. "Oh Miranda! Tell me please. You're scaring me." She quieted slightly as he rocked her like a child. "I shouldn't have yelled at her," she said sniffing. "Who?" asked Legolas. "Roxie. I yelled at her and told her that I didn't need her as a friend anymore but I do need her Legolas. Now she's going to leave and I'll never see her again. Why do I always ruin the good things in my life?" "I don't understand Miranda. Leave? Where would she go?" "She wants to go back to London. Back to our world. I told her to stay but she said I only wanted her because I pitied her but I don't. I love her but I was so angry that I told her I didn't need her and then she started crying and then I left and..." Mimi trailed off, her sobs making it hard to breathe. Legolas shook his head and tilted her face to his, "You and Roxie are such a foolish pair," he said with an amused smile. Mimi pulled away from him, "Thanks a lot! Some comfort you turned out to be." Legolas held her tightly as she tried to wriggle from his arms. "Let me go Legolas!" she cried. "Not until you come to your sense Miranda my love." "What are you talking about?" she hissed realising her attempt to escape from his grip was futile. "You are both as stubborn as eachother. You both care so deeply about one another but you're too headstrong to sit down and talk things through properly. Roxie's hurting because of Boromir and she thinks she'll find her comfort back in London. The truth is you're the comfort she needs but you go off about her leaving you and she feels like you don't care. You just need to talk things through calmly," said Legolas, his voice soft and caring. Mimi glanced sheepishly at the floor, "You're right," she sighed, "But its too late now." "Of course its not too late. Give her a few hours and then talk to her at dinner. All will be well, I promise." He turned her face to his and kissed her, "Come on Princess Miranda. Let's make you beautiful for this evening." They left for their room.
"Feeling better?" asked Pippin as he ran his fingers across Roxie's brow. She lay with her head on his knees, her eyes closed against the gentle brush of his fingers. "Much," she murmured, "That feels wonderful." Pippin's fingers strayed into her soft blonde waves. Roxie tensed but then relaxed as he toyed idly with her hair. She reached her hand up to his cheek and guided his face to her's. She brushed his lips quickly. "Thank you for everything Pippin," she said pulling back and getting to her feet, "I'll see you at dinner." "Yeah, bye," said Pippin looking totally stunned. Roxie began to walk away. "I'll save you a place at dinner," he called. "You make sure you do..." she called back and then her voice dropped to a whisper, "...why can't you be human?" "Why can't I be human?" said Pippin when she'd gone.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
People from across Middle Earth had been invited to the celebrations at Rivendell. Gimli had been reunited with his dwarvish kin, the four hobbits were in attendance with Frodo's Uncle Bilbo and Galadriel and Celeborn sat with a party from Lothlorien. Rivendell elves and the humans of the Fellowship made up the rest. "Your friends from Mirkwood appear to have been delayed cousin," said Elrond to Legolas who sat amongst his human comrades. "It is unlike them. I hope nothing bad has happened to them," said Legolas looking worried. "I'm sure they're fine Angel," said Mimi the sleeve of her elven dress glittering as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I can send a party to find them if you wish," said Elrond. "No, no, they'll be fine," said Legolas, "They will only complain if I send people to baby-sit them." Mimi looked across the table and caught Roxie's eye, she turned away. "I'm going to see Pippin," said Roxie getting to her feet. "Are you alright Rox?" asked Aragorn. "Fine," said Roxie walking away. Mimi watched, close to tears, as Roxie walked over to the hobbits and slipped into a chair next to Pippin. She kissed his cheek and whispered something to him. He glanced over at Mimi and shook his head. "Hey...hey Miranda!" Legolas' whisper pulled her attention back, "Go and talk to her." "I can't. She doesn't want to know me," said Mimi. "A little give and take Miranda. You need to make the first move. Don't wait around. The longer you leave it, the harder its going to be." "I..." A flurry of trumpets heralded the arrival of a new company. Elrond and the others got to their feet. A servant announced the group, "Representatives from the elven realm of Greenwood the Great, led by Prince Kaybanarn, second son of King Thranduil." A company of beautiful blond elves entered, dressed in shimmering robes and led by a tall, attractive man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Legolas. Legolas ran to him and hugged him tightly, "I've missed you so much!" he cried. "And I you. We were so worried Legolas, Mother especially," said the elven man. "Did you not get my letters?" said Legolas stepping back. "Every one but still, it was strange when you were not at home." "Did Ceinwyn get them also? I wrote to her at every opportunity." "Why don't you ask her for yourself?" said Kaybanarn stepping aside. A beautiful elven woman came from behind him and ran to Legolas' arms, "Oh my darling, my darling!" she cried running frantic kisses down his cheek, "Everyday I've asked grace to return you to me." "All I've wanted is to see you again sweet Ceinwyn. I've missed you so much miren." "Your letters brought me so much comfort. They assured me you were well even though my heart told me you were fine."
Mimi tensed and reached for Aragorn's hand. She caught it and held it tightly, "Who is she?" she asked, her voice a half whisper. "Do not worry Mimi, they are not lovers. She is Ceinwyn, Legolas' twin sister." "Sister? Oh my God I'm a fool," said Mimi blushing. "No you're not. They've always been very close, it is the same with Arwen and her brothers. Being twins makes them even closer. It is the elven way but I suppose it must be odd to an outsider who does not know them," said Aragorn. "But why didn't he tell me about her or any of his brothers and sisters? When he was writing I just assumed the letters were to his father." "Legolas doesn't talk of his family. I never knew of them until I went to Mirkwood. He finds it hard to be separated from them and talking of them makes him worse." "I understand," said Mimi, "Thank you Aragorn. I wouldn't have wanted to jump to the wrong conclusions about them." Mimi returned her concentration to Legolas. He was still with Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn and they were talking frantically. The other elves of the party stood out of earshot, some of them hidden by the shadows of the pillars. "There was one you spoke of in your letters who we have kept secret only between us, as you asked," said Ceinwyn, "Please, let us meet Miranda. I can picture her from how you describe her but I fear you may be exaggerating, you seem quite taken by her." "Believe me, her beauty is no exaggeration. She is truly how I described but you may judge for yourselves," said Legolas turning from them and extending his hand to Mimi, "Come here Mellamin." Mimi slipped her hand into his and he drew her to his side. "Miranda meet Kaybanarn, my brother, and Ceinwyn, my twin." Mimi blushed, "Nice to meet you," she said timidly. Ceinwyn's eyes widened as she looked upon Mimi, "She's human!" "Of course," said Legolas his hand tightening around Mimi's waist as she tensed, "I told you." "You told us she was mortal," said Kaybanarn, "Not human. We assumed she had fallen or been exiled at that you were to take her to the havens to restore her but she's...she's..." "The woman I love and your new sister," said Legolas, "Does it really matter that she isn't an elf?" "It will matter to Father!" said Ceinwyn, "You are heir to his throne and yet you are married to a human." "Hopefully this can be undone," said Kaybanarn. "Undone!" cried Legolas, holding Mimi tight against him, "Never! You don't seem to understand me Kaybanarn. I love Miranda more than anything in this world. I'd never give her up." "Don't be a fool Legolas," said Ceinwyn, "Father can forgive you for this oversight and as your immortality..." Her face fell as horrific realisation came to her mind, "You're mortal, aren't you?" Legolas nodded as Mimi gripped his doublet, seeking his comfort. "Legolas what have you done?" said Ceinwyn looking close to tears. "I have made my choice," said Legolas, "I chose Miranda. I will return to Mirkwood to see everyone but I will not go to the havens. Miranda and I intend to live in Gondor." "She has corrupted you!" cried Ceinwyn, "What Pheobus said was true. He told us a human prostitute had taken you and destroyed your immortality. We did not believe him and yet now we see that it is true." "I'm not a prostitute!" said Mimi tears rolling down her cheeks, "Please believe me, both of you. I love Legolas and I never...never..." She began to weep uncontrollably. Mimi felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She turned, thinking it was Aragorn, and started as she saw Elrond. "Mimi is not a prostitute," he said, "She's a dancer, a very good dancer. She was part of the Fellowship and showed great bravery and loyalty in every battle. I once thought as you do but I've learned that human and elven unions are not as terrible as I once believed. That is why I have pledged my daughter to Aragorn of Gondor." "You approve of their union? But what of your daughter's immortality?" said Kaybanarn. "Her heart is more precious to me. I know she loves him and I could not bear to break her heart by denying her the only thing she desires. Can you bring yourselves to break your brother's heart?" "Please Ceinwyn, Kaybanarn. Miranda is my wife and I love her. I will never give her up, not for you, not for Father, not even for Mirkwood. I don't ask for you to like what I've done, all I ask is that you accept that it is my choice and I will never give her up." "I have a feeling we've been here before," said Elrond squeezing Mimi's shoulder. Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn exchanged glances. "You are my elder Ceinwyn. It is your choice. You know your brother's heart more than I," said Kaybanarn. Ceinwyn took Legolas' hand, gently pulling him away from Mimi. Mimi clutched onto Elrond's robes as she watched Legolas' face intently. "I love her Ceinwyn," he said staring into his sister's eyes, "Accept her." "All our lives we've been one and the same Legolas. We know eachother's feelings, desires, and dreams. All I care for is your happiness. Your heart is filled with her and for that she has my approval. I will take her as my sister." She kissed his cheek, "Kaybanarn?" "You are wise Ceinwyn, more so it seems than our rebellious brother, and I trust your judgement. You have my blessing Legolas, you always were one to disobey tradition when it suited you," said Kaybanarn a smile lighting his features. Legolas let out a sigh of relief and hugged them both, "Thank you! Miranda?" Mimi returned to his side. He kissed her and then wiped the tears away from her cheeks, "Perhaps we should start again, hey?" Mimi nodded, "I'd like that." "Okay. Miranda meet Ceinwyn and Kaybanarn, two of my many siblings." Ceinwyn stopped Mimi as she dropped into a curtsy and hugged her. "I thought the evils of Mordor had been defeated," said a voice from the Mirkwood company, "But it appears our champions missed one of Sauron's orcs." "Pheobus!" hissed Legolas as he emerged from the group. Pheobus sketched a mocking bow, "Prince Laiqalasse. I must say I'm surprised at you. You were always so well behaved, observing every elven tradition but now you are ripping apart the very fabric of our society. Not a good example to your loyal subjects." Legolas' grip tightened on Mimi's hand, "Fuck off Pheobus!" he said flippantly, "You don't scare me anymore." Mimi raised an eyebrow, "Angel, I'm impressed," she whispered half startled, half laughing, "You heard him Pheobus, go swivel!" The hall erupted into laughter as Pheobus was lost for a comeback. He slinked back into the elven company. Elrond caught their attentions, "Legolas, Miranda, Your Highnesses. We would be honoured if you'd join us for dinner."
The evening passed without further dilemmas. Elrond announced Arwen's engagement and it was met with great enthusiasm. Towards the end of the evening, Legolas managed to slip away from Mimi, who was in deep conversation with Ceinwyn, Arwen and Galadriel, and collar Pippin. He dragged him into the corridor. "Whoa Legolas! Steady on. What have I done?" he cried trying to release his arm from Legolas' grip. "Nothing. Calm down. Its what you're going to do that matters." "Huh?" "Do you know where the Golden Bridge is?" asked Legolas. "Elrond showed it to us last time we were here. Why?" "I want you to arrange to meet Roxie there." "Okay, now you've lost me," said Pippin, "Why do you want me to meet Roxie there?" "Because that's where I'm planning to take Miranda," said Legolas. "Ah! I get it. Trying to get them to make up are we?" said Pippin realising Legolas' plan. Legolas nodded, "I had Miranda in floods this afternoon because she'd had that stupid fight with Roxie." "Rox wasn't much better. It took me ages to calm her down. I'll have her there at midnight." "Thanks Pip. Miranda and I will be waiting. Just don't tell Roxie why you want her there. See you in an hour." Legolas slipped from the shadows of the corridor and back into the hall. Pippin left moments later.
Legolas walked back to Mimi's table and placed his hands on her shoulders. She leaned back and glanced up at him, "Hey Angel, where've you been?" she asked. "Around and about," said Legolas kissing her, "I wondered if you wanted to go for a walk?" "A walk?" said Mimi, "With the party still going strong?" "I think a walk is Legolas' way of telling you that he's tired of sharing you with us and wants to take you off somewhere to be alone," said Arwen. Legolas blushed as Mimi got to her feet, "Well its an offer too good to refuse," she said, "As long as you don't mind." "Go on child," said Galadriel, "I'm sure we can spare you to His Royal Highness." "Okay. I'll catch up with you later. Lady Galadriel, Arwen, Your Highness, goodnight." "Goodnight Miranda," said Ceinwyn, "I hope we see you dance soon." Mimi smiled and let Legolas lead her out of the hall. When they were out of sight, Legolas dropped her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, "Far too many people," he said as Mimi leant her head against his shoulder. "Exceedingly too many," agreed Mimi as they walked into the woods that surrounded the house, "And one in particular I prayed I'd never have to see again." "Pheobus?" said Legolas. Mimi nodded. "I admit I had no great desire to see him again but he is the Prime Minister of my people and expected to attend such engagements. Do not worry yourself my love, he will not come near you, I promise." "Just let him try," said Miranda, "I'm an accomplished archer now." "And terribly beautiful with it," said Legolas stopping and turning her to face him, "I'm so lucky I found you Miranda and now I'm certain to spend the rest of my life with you." "I thought we were in trouble for a while with your brother and sister," said Mimi laying her head on his chest. His lips brushed her hair softly, "There was never any danger to us. Even if they hadn't given their approval, I would never have chosen them over you." "Really?" said Mimi pulling back and looking up at him. "Really. I love you Miranda and nothing will ever separate us." His lips were soft and warm on her's as he kissed her. "It would be a shame to miss the moonlight," said Mimi pulling away and curling his hair around her fingers. "We could go to the Golden Bridge. It's a beautiful view." "Golden Bridge? I can't remember going to a bridge," said Mimi. "The day Elrond showed the hobbits round was the day we spent hours on my balcony, the day you told me your fairytale." "I remember. You were there when I fell over that dress. You helped me up and then let me cry on your shoulder for hours. You were so wonderful that day. I fell in love with you there and then." Legolas hugged her tightly, "I know. I fell in love with you too but I couldn't tell you. That's why I sent you that rose before your show, I remembered you saying how much you loved them," said Legolas. "I had no idea that it was from you. It only dawned on me when you stopped me jumping off that balcony after Elrond yelled at me. Your eyes betrayed your feelings long before you kissed me." They began walking again, "Will you sing for me Legolas?" asked Mimi. "What do you want to hear?" "Something new, one you've never sung for me before," said Mimi. "Something new...? Hmm? I know, tell me what you think to this. Its one of my own." "Your own? I didn't realise you wrote songs too." "I don't write them, they just come into my head. I thought of this one in Moria, whilst you put me to sleep." Mimi shut her eyes against his shoulder as he began,
"When the cold of winter comes,
Starless night will cover day,
In the veiling of the Sun,
We will walk in bitter rain.
"But in dreams,
I still hear your name,
And in dreams,
We will meet again.
"When the seas and mountains fall,
And we come to end of days,
In the dark I hear a call;
Calling me there,
I will go there,
And back again..."
"Where are we going Pippin?" asked Roxie as the little hobbit dragged her through the woods of Rivendell. "You'll see. There's something I want to show you," said Pippin, his pace unrelenting. Roxie finally fell into step beside him, "The woods are beautiful at night," she said, "Really romantic." "You wait until you see where I'm taking you," said Pippin managing not to blush for the first time. He held aside a branch and led her out onto a beautiful, ornate bridge that shimmered gold in the moonlight. "Oh Pippin," exclaimed Roxie, "Its beautiful. Do you remember coming here with Elrond?" "Uh-huh, I knew you'd like it," said Pippin. Roxie turned as she heard laughter from the other side of the bridge, "Why does she have to ruin every moment I have?" she hissed as she looked over at Legolas and Mimi. "She's the reason we're here," said Pippin, "Legolas! Over here!" "So you're finally here," said Legolas leading Mimi onto the bridge, "Good work Pip." "Good work?" cried Mimi, "What is going on?" "You and Roxie are going to sort this stupid feud out here and now," said Legolas. "Like shit we are!" said Roxie turning her back on them and starting to walk away. Pippin came between her and the exit. "Get out of my way Pip!" "No," said Pippin defiantly, "Not until you sort it out." "Legolas this isn't fair!" said Mimi trying to leave in the other direction. Legolas crossed his arms in front of him, "You're not going anywhere Miranda. We aren't leaving until you're talking again." "You can't treat me like this Legolas. I'm your wife, not your child!" "I'll stop treating you like a child when you stop acting like one." Mimi knew there was no changing his mind. "I'm not talking to her Pippin," said Roxie. "Well then you're in for a long night." "Why are you doing this Pip? I thought you were my friend." "I am your friend Roxie, that's why I'm doing this. I'm not going to stand by and let you ruin your friendship with Mimi." "I'll second that," said Legolas, "Its your choice ladies. We can either leave you alone for ten minutes to sort this out or we can stand here until morning." Both Mimi and Roxie were silent. "Okay then. Pippin come with me. We're not going out of sight so don't try wandering off. Sort it out the pair of you," said Legolas as he and Pippin left the bridge and walked out of earshot. Mimi leant against the bridge, not daring to look at Roxie. Neither spoke. Roxie glanced over to where Legolas and Pippin sat. They were watching them but turned away as they caught her stare. "I don't want you to leave Roxie," said Mimi breaking the silence. "Its not your choice Miranda. I want to leave." "Why though? Give me one good reason and I'll let you go freely." "You don't need me anymore," said Roxie finally meeting her gaze, "I feel obsolete." Mimi reached out and took her hand, "I do need you Rox. When I said I didn't I was angry. You know what I'm like. I love you, you've been like a sister to me all my life. Don't leave me please." "You have Legolas now, soon you'll probably be having children and then you'll have no time to be with me." "I'll make time. If Legolas and I have children, you'll be a big part of their lives, their auntie if you want. Just don't go back to London, I'll miss you." Roxie burst into tears, "I'll miss you too. Oh Mimi, I'm so sorry." Mimi hugged her, "I'm sorry too. Please say you'll stay and come to Gondor with us." Roxie pulled back and looked at Mimi with a weak smile, "Okay, I'll stay. So long as I get to spoil your kids rotten." "You'll have to ask their father about that," giggled Mimi. "Do you think they'll let us leave now?" said Roxie looking over at Legolas and Pippin. "We'll inform them that they have no choice," said Mimi as they walked over to them.
"Sorted?" asked Legolas as they approached. Mimi nodded, "Roxie's staying!" The joyous yelp from Pippin made them all laugh. Roxie knelt down and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're staying," he cried. "So am I Pippin. Now you can show me the Shire like you promised." "Yes, and you'll see Mirkwood and we can go to the Lonely Mountain, and..." "Okay, okay Pip! You can show me the whole of Middle Earth if you want." "There and back again Roxanne!" Legolas laughed, "We'll leave you two to plan your little excursions. Have a good night." "Goodnight Roxie," said Mimi hugging her, "Goodnight Pippin." "Goodnight."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
The next day was hectic for Roxie, Mimi and Arwen. They rehearsed for the entire day in preparation for their performance that night. There was a tap on Mimi's door as the girls put the final touches to their costumes. "Come in," called Mimi pinning a curl to Arwen's head. Legolas put his head around the door, "Is it okay if we come in?" "Of course Angel." He walked in, followed by Aragorn and Pippin, and handed Mimi a single white rose, "For luck," he said, "And you know who its from this time." "It s beautiful," said Mimi brushing the delicate petals against her cheek. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Just about," said Roxie, hugging Pippin as he sat on her knees, "You okay little one? I haven't seen you at all today." "I'm fine," said Pippin, "I can't wait to see you dance again tonight." "Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn will have heart attacks when they see you in those costumes," said Aragorn tracing the strap of Arwen's top with a fingertip, "I'll never forget Legolas' face when he first saw you all rehearsing. Poor little Greenleaf has never had such excitement!" "Leave him alone Aragorn!" said Arwen, "I seem to remember the stunned look on your face when I dragged you up on stage." "That was because I'd never seen you looking so damn sexy!" said Aragorn, his arms encircling her waist. "Whoa! Calm the raging hormones!" said Mimi, "There'll be enough of that tonight." She twirled in front of the mirror, "Ack I've put on so much weight. I look awful!" "What are you talking about Miranda Greenleaf?" exclaimed Legolas, "You look gorgeous and you know it. I wish I could get a portrait of you done in that." "Shame we don't have a camera," said Mimi, "A photo would be wonderful." "But we do have a camera," said Roxie, "I'll go and get mine." "Slight problem Rox. We've got nowhere to develop them," said Mimi. "Not a problem huney. It's a polaroid, remember? Back in a mo." Roxie left the room. "Hit me if I'm being thick but what the hell are a camera and a photo?" asked Aragorn. "They're things we use to make pictures with in our world," said Mimi, "The camera sort of freezes a moment in time and puts it on paper. Its sort of hard to explain. Think of it as an instant, magic portrait." Legolas ran a hand over his eyes, "If you understood that Aragorn you're a better man than I." "Believe me Mirky I'm as confused as you are," said Aragorn. "Right. Got it," said Roxie coming back into the room carrying a black and grey camera, "Who's first?" "Come here Angel," said Mimi wrapping her arms around Legolas' waist, "Look at Roxie and smile." "Okay," said Legolas looking over at Roxie. The camera flashed brightly for a second. "Whoa!" said Legolas pulling away from Mimi and blinking wildly, "What was that?" "Just a camera flash," said Mimi laughing at him, "There's no harm done to you." "Easy for you to say. You're not the one with a thousand colours in front of your eyes." Roxie pulled a small piece of white card out of the camera and handed it to Aragorn, "One photo," she said. "There's nothing there," said Aragorn staring at the shiny black and white rectangle. "Give it a moment," said Roxie. Aragorn's eyes widened as the picture emerged. "It is magic! Its their exact likeness. Arwen?" "Oh my goodness! It is amazing, like a frozen moment of time," she gasped, "Look Pip." "How did you do that?" asked Pippin, "Are you a witch?" "No my darling. Its simply the technology of our world," said Roxie. Pippin handed the photo to Legolas. "Wow! Its like a living portrait. Can we keep this?" "Of course we can. Take another one of us will you Roxie? It'll be a nice present for Thranduil when we go to Mirkwood." Roxie took another photo of them and this time Legolas managed to escape without the colours in front of his eyes.
By the time they'd finished everyone was bearing a mini album. "These will amaze Father," said Arwen. "Give him one of you to take to the havens," said Mimi, "As a reminder." "He'd like that," said Arwen, "Would you take one of him for me Roxie?" "Of course huney," said Roxie. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" called Mimi. A servant entered, "I was sent to tell you that they're ready for you downstairs," she said. "Thank you. Tell Lord Elrond we'll be about ten minutes," said Mimi. "Yes Your Highness," said the servant as she left. "Your Highness?" said Mimi, "I could get used to that." "We'd better go," said Aragorn, "I intend to get front row seats." He kissed Arwen and left. "Good luck all of you," said Pippin, "I'm sure you'll be wonderful." He turned to leave but Roxie stopped him, "Hey! Don't I get a kiss for luck?" she said kneeling to his height. "You want one?" said Pippin. "I wouldn't be asking for one if I didn't," said Roxie cupping his chin in her hands. She kissed him softly on the lips, lingering longer than usual. "Hey, hey!" whispered Legolas to Mimi, "What's all this then?" "None of our business," said Mimi kissing him, "Get along with the pair of you or you'll make us late." "Good luck Mellamin. Come along Pippin." Pippin followed Legolas out of the door. "Roxanne Jackson!" exclaimed Mimi as the door closed, "What are you doing toying with that poor boy's feelings?" "I'm not toying with them," said Roxie honestly, "I've totally fallen for him. If he was human I'd ask him out in a flash." "Are you serious?" cried Arwen, "He's so tiny." "His heart isn't," said Roxie blushing, "Can we just get on and do this show? I can't have him so I might as well stop thinking about him." She left the room in a great hurry.
Everyone had assembled in the main hall to watch the dancing as the weather had turned and they could no longer dance outside. "I understand your daughter is one of our entertainers tonight," said Kaybanarn, turning to Elrond who sat beside him. "Yes, it has become a passion with her. She learnt the dances back when Mimi and Roxie were first in Rivendell and she has practiced everyday since then. I must say the style has grown on me despite my earlier misgivings." "Style?" asked Ceinwyn, "What do you mean by that?" "Mimi described her dancing as go-go," said Elrond, "I have no idea what it means but it is unlike anything seen before in Middle Earth. You will be surprised when you see them." Legolas and Aragorn joined Elrond, Ceinwyn and Kaybanarn, while Pippin went to sit with the other hobbits. "Are the ladies ready?" asked Elrond. "Just about," said Legolas, "We've just left them. They should be down in a moment." "Are they performing the same dances as last time?" "I don't know, we were banned from watching them rehearse," said Legolas. "Unfortunately," put in Aragorn. The crowd hushed as Gimli, Mimi's self-assigned personal assistant and master of ceremonies, stepped onto the raised platform that served as a stage, "My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen...oh and their Highnesses from Mirkwood. On behalf of Mimi, Roxie and Arwen I am pleased to welcome you to One Night at the Moulin Rouge." Mimi's sweet voice travelled in a beautiful melody on the air. Legolas watched with a sly smile as Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn listened contentedly. He knew what was coming next. The three girls walked onto the stage, hidden by thick black capes, all singing in perfect harmony. "Your Miranda has a wonderful voice," said Kaybanarn leaning over to whisper to Legolas. "You wait till you see her body!" said Legolas not taking his eyes off the stage. Before Kaybanarn could question him further, the girls ripped off their capes to reveal shimmering costumes, and the torment began.
"Sweet, sweet hell," said Aragorn turning to Legolas who sat bobbing to their singing in the chair nest to him. "I love this song... dance! Boogie wonderland!" he sang with the girls. Kaybanarn and Ceinwyn looked pale and small in their seats. "You two alright?" said Legolas still bouncing. "You enjoy this?" said Ceinwyn, "Its obscene!" "Its wonderful!" said Legolas. "Absolute pleasure," said Aragorn. "Sweet sin!" "Oh my goodness!" cried Ceinwyn as Roxie, Mimi and Arwen ripped away their trousers to reveal sparkling hot pants. A cheer rose from the entire male audience, even Kaybanarn couldn't suppress a smile, "Its not all that bad Ceinwyn," he said, "Its quite artistic really." "Hey! Keep your hands off brother dear," said Legolas, "You're married and two, if not three, of those ladies are spoken for." Another cheer erupted as the girls succeeded in dragging a shocked Celeborn onto the stage. Aragorn got to his feet, "Go get him girls!" he cried. He instantly knew he'd put himself down for total humiliation as Mimi and Arwen broke from the stage and came in his direction. Wrapping a boa round his neck, Arwen dragged him up onto the stage with her. "Arwen! No! Not again!" he said laughing. "Don't even think about it missy," said Legolas noticing the mischievous look in Mimi's eyes. She pirouetted and then fell into the splits in front of him. Looking up she gave him a playful wink, "Love you Angel," she said. Effortlessly, she got to her feet and began searching for another victim. She stopped in front of Elrond, her green eyes shining fiercely. Grabbing his hands, she pulled him onto the stage with her.
As their show ended, Mimi, Roxie and Arwen ran off stage and deep into the corridors of Rivendell, desperate to avoid, as Roxie eloquently put it, the after show grab-a-thon. They ran to Mimi's room and she flopped lazily on the bed, "Well that went a bit better than last time," she said. "Did you see Father's face when you dragged him up?" said Arwen, "I thought he was going to faint." "Ah he loved it!" said Roxie, "They all did." "We are officially the three sexiest women in the whole of Middle Earth," said Mimi. "I'll second that," said Roxie.
Legolas and Aragorn stepped into the quiet of the corridor. "Whoa! What a night!" said Legolas, "Right, now I can hear you, what was it you wanted to ask me?" "I spoke to Elrond earlier," said Aragorn, "He wants to hold Arwen's wedding two days hence, before we leave for Mirkwood and I was wondering, would you stand by me at the service? You've been like a brother to me for years and I'd be honoured if you would." "Of course I will! I would have had you beside me at my wedding had Miranda and I got married in a more orthodox way," said Legolas hugging him. "I knew you'd say yes. I'm so glad you're not going to the havens Mirky, I'd miss you." "Don't you go getting all weepy on me boy!" said Legolas, "You'll get me going too!" "You always were too soft for your own good Greenleaf!" Merry and Pippin walked passed them in deep conversation. "Goodnight you two," said Aragorn. Merry looked up, "Oh hello. Didn't see you there. Are you two having an illicit affair or something, hiding in the shadows?" Aragorn wrinkled his nose, "With him?" he said indicating to Legolas, "Nah! I don't go for blondes." "Well that answers that," said Pippin, "Goodnight guys."
"Night girls," said Mimi as she closed the door to Arwen and Roxie. She walked out onto the balcony and lent on the ledge, staring up at the moon. Two arms encircled her waist and she felt lips soft on her neck. "Mmm! Legolas huney I didn't hear you come in. Did you enjoy tonight?" There was no answer as his kisses became more frantic and his hands slid upwards. "Easy Angel!" giggled Mimi, "I want your verdict of tonight. Did you enjoy the show?" "Exceedingly." Mimi pulled away and pivoted sharply, "What are you doing here?" she cried staring at Pheobus. He grabbed hold of her and covered her mouth with his hand, "The less you struggle," he hissed, "The easier this will be on you." He dragged her inside as she tried to wriggle free. He kicked the door shut and threw her down on the bed. He pulled his hand away and began to rip frantically at her clothes. Mimi screamed.
"Roxie was looking beautiful this evening," said Merry as he and Pippin walked along the deserted corridors. "She was wasn't she?" said Pippin dreamily, "She was the star of the show." "A slightly blinkered view," said Merry as they turned onto another corridor, "but still..." He was cut short by a scream, "What was that?" "It came from Mimi's room," said Pippin running to the door. "Wait Pip," said Merry as Pippin's hand reached the door handle, "Think about it. She's probably with Legolas." "But she's screaming!" "Screams of delight Pip. You know what those two are like." "They aren't screams of delight... and we left Legolas with Aragorn, he couldn't have got here before us!" cried Pippin. Merry turned and began to run back the way they'd come. "Where are you going?" "To get help," said Merry. "And what am I meant to do?" "I don't know, improvise." Merry disappeared round the corner. "What do I do? What do I do?" muttered Pippin as he paced in front of the door. Mimi's screams tore through him, "I'm coming Mimi!" he cried running into the room. Pheobus looked up as Pippin came in. "What are you doing to her?!" cried Pippin seeing the state both Pheobus and Mimi were in. "Get out of here!" hissed Pheobus. "Help me Pippin!" cried Mimi, her voice choked by tears. Pippin ran to the corner of the room and grabbed Legolas' dagger. He pulled it from it's sheath. Summoning all his courage, he ran at Pheobus. The elf moved swiftly, dodging easily. Pippin's tiny body was sent through the air as Pheobus hit him. Mimi, freed briefly from her captor and seeing her friend down, sprang for Legolas' dagger. "Don't be a fool Mimi. I'm only giving you what you want. You love me, not Legolas." Mimi flew at him, her dagger poised and ready to strike the deadly blow that she knew would lacerate his neck. She lacked the speed of the elf and he sent her down with a slap. He looked down on her, his eyes burning, "You're not worth my time!" he spat. "Then leave," said Mimi reaching her hand out for the dagger. Pheobus kicked her hard in the stomach, "You're nothing more than a worthless prostitute, not worthy of this earth." He kicked her again. Mimi writhed in pain, her screams catching in her throat. Pippin came round and saw her lying there, defeated. His eyes flew to Pheobus as the elf took hold of the dresser chair and raised it above his head. At the second he moved to deliver Mimi a fatal blow, Pippin threw himself onto her, covering her with his body. The chair smashed down on him and everything went black.
Mimi heard footsteps in the corridor and raised voices. Pheobus ran to the balcony and managed to escape onto the roof as the group came in. Legolas was first to enter, his eyes frantically searching the room, "Miranda!" he cried seeing her lying motionless on the floor, her clothes ripped to shreds and her body covered in scratches. "God, what happened here?" said Aragorn running with Legolas to where Mimi and Pippin lay. Aragorn lifted the unconscious hobbit into his arms. "Miranda? Are you alright?" said Legolas. Mimi coughed and nearly choked on the taste of her own blood. Legolas sat her up and knelt behind her, supporting her shaking body, "What happened to you?" "Pheo...Pheobus," stuttered Mimi, "Pippin...you...you're dagger...took it and...Pheobus...Pippin...saved me...now...dead...Pip...Pheobus...escape." Legolas could make no sense of her words. Merry ran in followed by Roxie, Arwen, Elrond and Galadriel. Legolas pulled a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around Mimi's tattered costume. She started crying. "What happened?" asked Elrond. "Oh Pippin!" cried Roxie as she saw Aragorn lay his tiny, lifeless form onto the bed. She flew to his side, "Pippin? Pippin! Oh God no, don't leave me!" she wept. Mimi regained her composure slightly, "Is he alright? Is he alive?" she asked, her breathing ragged. "He needs help," said Arwen examining the little hobbit, "He's very badly injured." "He saved my life," said Mimi, he side numb where Pheobus had kicked her, "Pheobus attacked me. He tried to...tried to..." She trailed off, unable to face what had happened. "Arwen run to my room and fetch me anything that will ease Pippin's pain. Take Meriadoc with you, he knows more about Pippin than any of us," said Elrond. Arwen left with the emotional hobbit. Galadriel came to Mimi, "We need to know what happened Mimi, every detail." Mimi held Legolas' hand tightly, "I said goodnight to Arwen and Roxie and went onto the balcony. Pheobus came behind me but I thought it was Legolas. He dragged me in here and tried to..." She dug her nails into Legolas' hand to try and stop herself from crying, "He tried to rape me! He told me he loved me and that he knew I wanted him and..." Legolas tensed beneath her, "Bastard!" he hissed but then he choked back a sob, "Oh Miranda, I'm so sorry. I should have been here to protect you, I failed you." "You couldn't have known," she said, "I'm alright. He didn't...Pippin came, got your dagger and tried to fight him. Pheobus knocked him cold and when I tried to fight he kicked me and I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to die but Pippin came and took the blow for me. I don't know what happened after that." "I'll have the guards search Rivendell for him," said Aragorn leaving the room. Galadriel touched Mimi's reddened side gently, "This injury is simple to heal," she said, "You may want to hold Legolas' hand. This will hurt." The elven sorceress pressed down on Mimi's side and spoke in elvish but her words were lost on Mimi as fire raged inside her. As soon as it flared it faded and Mimi no longer felt any pain. "Your other injuries Legolas will be able to heal with his potions later. It is Pippin who truly needs my aid." Galadriel got to her feet and walked back to Pippin as Legolas help Mimi up. He held her tightly then took off his doublet and wrapped it around her, "You're safe now," he said as she clung to him, "I'll never leave you alone again."
"Please help him Galadriel," begged Roxie as she bent over Pippin, examining his injuries. Her face fell, "This is beyond even my magic to heal. I'm sorry Roxanne, there's nothing I can do for him except make him as comfortable as possible until the end." "You mean he's going to die?" cried Roxie, "But he can't die. I love him!" "There's nothing I can do," said Galadriel again. "Nothing you can do," said Legolas, "But there's something we can do. His injuries would not be fatal if her were human." Galadriel shook her head as if dismissing the thought. "You know of what I speak. The unison of our three kindred powers can perform such a thing. Elrond, Galadriel please, we have to try." "Such a thing would only be possible if all three Rings of Power were united," said Elrond, "But we only have two, my own and Galadriel's, your father holds the Ring of Narya." "No he doesn't," said Legolas removing the chain from around his neck and slipping his half of the ring onto his finger, "Miranda I need your wedding ring." Mimi slipped the thin silver circlet from her finger and gave it to Legolas who united it with his half. He held up his hand, the double band of the immortals clearly visible, "I am the bearer of the third elven ring, not my Father." Both Galadriel and Elrond were speechless. "He needs our aid," said Legolas extending his hand to them, "Unite with me and help me save him." Galadriel placed her hand in his, "Elrond?" Reluctantly Elrond clasped them both. "We are ash nazg," said Legolas, "Let us begin. Roxie we need you to place Pippin on the floor for us." Roxie gently lifted the tiny hobbit and placed him at Legolas' feet. The three elves circled Pippin and joined hands. They all spoke as one, "I reniad lin ne mor, nuithannen. In gwaith ristennin, i fae narchannen. Hlasta Qyetes Hfirimain. Mornie alantie ve ramar aldaron." An intensely bright light surrounded them, blinding Mimi and Roxie. The elves kept repeating their words, louder and faster every time. Gradually their voices were replaced by a piercing cry as the light got brighter and brighter. They broke hands and fell to their knees, each discarding their ring to the floor. Warily Roxie and Mimi uncovered their ears and opened their eyes. "Did it work?" asked Roxie, "Is he alive?" "See for yourself," said Elrond, his breathing shallow. Roxie covered a gasp as she looked on Pippin. The hobbit they had once known as three foot tall was now bordering on six with normal, human feet and ears. "He's human!" "I can treat him now," said Galadriel sweeping his injuries with her hands and muttering in elvish. Pippin stirred but did not wake. Roxie knelt beside him, "Can we wake him?" she asked. "If you wish," said Legolas, "He is healed." "How do I wake him?" "True love's kiss," said Mimi as Legolas placed her half of Narya back on her finger. "A simple 'wake up Pip' will do," said Elrond. A smile lighted Roxie's face as she brushed Pippin's curls with her fingertips, "I prefer the first option," she said bending over Pippin and kissing him, "Wakey, wakey little one." Pippin opened his eyes and stared up at her, "Roxie? What happened? Where's Mimi and Pheobus? Why don't I hurt anymore?" Roxie took his hand and rubbed the back of it, "Its okay Pippin. Mimi's fine thanks to you and Pheobus has gone. Galadriel, Elrond and Legolas healed you." He sat up and cried out in shock, "What happened?! I'm huge and human!!! I'm human!!!" "We had to transform you to save you Pip," said Legolas, "In a few days we will be able to change you back if you wish it." "Got it!" cried Arwen running through the door closely followed by Merry who had an armful of bottles. "I'm sorry my dear but we have no use for them anymore," said Elrond. Merry hurriedly handed the bottles to Arwen and ran to Pippin, "What happened to you? You ginormous!" "No more questions tonight," said Elrond, "We shall explain everything to you tomorrow. Right now I think rest is what's best for all." He and Roxie helped Pippin to stand. He clung to them for dear life, "The floor seems a lot further away," he said, "I feel dizzy." "Come along Pip," said Roxie slipping an arm around his waist to hold him up, "Let's go." "I'll have guards posted outside your door Legolas," said Elrond as they left, "Try to sleep and inform me straight away if anything happens." "I will. Goodnight Elrond." They left Mimi and Legolas alone.
Roxie lowered Pippin slowly onto his bed. "Horizontal is a lot more appealing than vertical at the moment," he said, "My clothes feel rather tight." "I'll have some elven things brought for you in the morning," said Elrond, "Would you like someone to stay with you tonight?" Pippin nodded. "I'll stay with him," said Roxie. Elrond smiled, "Alright then. We'll see you in the morning," he said ushering the other out of the door. It clicked shut behind them. "You're quite a hero," said Roxie perching on the bed beside him and taking his hand. "I did what I had to do," he said blushing, "Mimi was in danger. I feel strange." "You look great," said Roxie before she realised what she was saying. Pippin sat up, "I always wondered what it felt like to be human. To do human things." "Its not all its cracked up to be," said Roxie, "Being human can make you very lonely when you want..." "So can being a hobbit," said Pippin knowing the words she dared not utter. He reached up and touched her cheek softly with his fingertips, "You always seemed big to me but now you look tiny and delicate, its strange but nice. I can see your beauty properly now." Roxie turned her head from his touch, nerves rising inside her. "What is it Roxie?" "I'm frightened Pip," she said. "Frightened? Why?" "I'm scared of what I'm feeling." "So am I, that could mean we're feeling the same thing." Roxie could feel his hand on her leg and she shuddered as electricity surged through her. She turned to face him and his eyes caught her's. She leaned towards him and rested her hands on his shoulders. Pippin kissed her softly. Roxie closed her eyes and kissed him back, finally releasing the feelings she'd repressed for so long. "I've wanted to do that for such a long time," said Pippin releasing her, "I love you Roxie." Roxie didn't answer. She kissed him as he pulled her down into his arms. Finally the romance that had grown for all their time together was lived. Destiny, it would seem, had chosen them for eachother.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
Roxie floated on air as she walked to Mimi's room the next morning. She tapped softly on the door. Legolas opened it, "Hey Roxie, come on in," he said. He left the door and returned to the bed where Mimi sat, propped up by many pillows, "Are you okay Miranda?" he asked rearranging the pillows behind her. "I'm the same as I was two minutes ago Angel," she groaned. "I just want to make sure you're alright before I leave." "I'm fine. You shouldn't keep Aragorn waiting. Morning Rox." "Morning sweetie," said Roxie sitting down on the bed beside Mimi. Legolas placed Mimi's dagger on the table beside her, "Okay. Do you have everything you need? I'm only a few minutes away so if you need anything have me sent for." "Legolas stop fussing! If you dare make one more cup of tea or fluff one more pillow I swear to God I'm going to murder you. I'm perfectly fine, okay?" Legolas nodded, still looking harassed despite Mimi's assurances. "Now kiss me and get out of here," said Mimi. Legolas kissed her gently and walked to the door, "Are you sure I...?" Mimi threw a pillow at him, "Don't you dare!" He leaned on the doorframe, "Send for me if you need anything. I love you Miranda." "I love you too Angel," said Mimi as he closed the door behind him. "I take it you're being well look after," said Roxie. "Oh he's driving me spare!" cried Mimi, "If he makes me one more cup of that God forsaken elven tea I swear I'm going to look like a box of Tetley's. I know he means well but I can't stand being fussed over." "He loves you Mimi. Last night probably scared him witless. Pheobus attacking you is one thing but trying to..." "I'd rather not discuss what he tried to do Rox," said Mimi fear falling briefly over her features, "Have you seen Pippin today?" Roxie smiled mischievously and nodded. "What's that grin in aid of Roxanne?" asked Mimi raising an eyebrow, "What have you been up to?" Without warning Roxie hugged her tightly, "Oh Mimi I'm so happy!" she cried. "Happy? Roxie you've lost me." "He loves me Mimi. He loves me and now he's human I can love him too. He makes me feel so alive," said Roxie pulling back and wrapping her arms around herself, "And oh last night!" "Whoa!" said Mimi, "Last night? Are you trying to tell me you slept with him?" "I didn't sleep with him Mimi, he made love to me!" said Roxie lying back against the pillows. "They're one and the same Roxanne," said Mimi laughing. "No they're not. No man has ever made me feel the way he did last night, not even Boromir! I felt so warm, so loved, so..." "I get the picture Roxie," said Mimi, "Now kindly refrain from reliving the experience on my bed!" "You've got no heart Miranda Greenleaf!" laughed Roxie, "Just because your love life has gone down hill since you became an old married." "My love life is fine, I'll have you know! Legolas isn't just a skilled warrior you know!" said Mimi. Her face became suddenly serious, "Are you sure you want to get into a relationship with Pippin? He may want to change back and then things will be impossible for you again. I don't want to see either of you hurt." "Its alright Mimi, neither of us will be hurt. I spoke to Pippin this morning, he wants to stay human. We're so in love Mimi, we have been for a long time, ever since we found them again I think, even before that maybe..." "You're a completely smitten kitten aren't you?" said Mimi laughing at her friend's dreamy expression. Roxie nodded, "Is this how you felt when you and Legolas first met?" "What? Like you're walking on air, your heart skipping a beat, living everyday like your last but always looking to the future...that's how I still feel. When you love someone I don't think that feeling ever dies," said Mimi stroking the single rose in the vase beside her bed. There was a knock on the door. "Come in," called Mimi. "Morning," said Arwen coming into the room, "How's the patient?" "On the mend. Legolas hasn't let me lift a finger since last night and I know he didn't sleep a wink. It's the first time since we defeated Sauron that he's slept with his daggers beside him." "There's no harm in being cautious," said Arwen, "And I'm afraid you may have to maintain it. I have bad news for you and Pippin." "What?" asked Mimi paling. "The guards couldn't find Pheobus anywhere. He's still out there somewhere," said Arwen. Mimi felt tears sting her eyes, "Why didn't they find him? Oh God!" She caught up her dagger and gripped it tightly, "What if he comes back?" "The whole of Rivendell is on high alert. He'll not get to you easily. I can send for Legolas if you like?" Mimi shook her head, "No, he needs to relax for a while, he was up all night. Besides, we need a good girly chat. Now we're all officially spoken for, girly moments may become a thing of the past." "All officially taken?" said Arwen, "Who...? Oh my goodness. You and little Pip?" Roxie smiled, "Yes, we're together, finally. I only wish we'd had the opportunity earlier." "Maybe we shall be celebrating a double wedding in a few days. Father has rescheduled it to give you a few more days to recover Mimi," said Arwen. "You didn't have to do that. I hope this hasn't ruined the mood for your big day," said Mimi. "Never. There's something I wanted to ask you two. Would you both be my maids of honour? You're both like sisters to me now." "We'd love to," said Roxie, "But we've nothing to wear." "That's all been sorted. When you left for the quest I had your robes prepared. I even had the foresight to have Mimi's made in the colours of Mirkwood to match Legolas' clothes. I had a feeling he'd have made you a princess by the time you returned." "He said Aragorn had asked him to stand by him at the service," said Mimi, "I'm glad we're going to Gondor. I don't think they could function without eachother." "They've been best friends for years," said Arwen, "Legolas was here the day Aragorn arrived and he kept coming back every spring. He'd spent spring with us since he was a child, he loves Rivendell, so it was inevitable that he and Aragorn would become close. They're like brothers." "That's obvious enough," said Roxie, "They were as thick as thieves on the way to Mordor." "It was impossible to get a word in edgeways," said Mimi, "Time alone with Legolas was non-existent." There was another knock on the door. "Bloody hell, its like Grand Central Station here today!" exclaimed Mimi, "Come in." "Did I catch you at a bad time?" asked Pippin coming into the room. "And who is this handsome, human intruder? Could it possibly be little Peregrin Took all grown up?" "Very funny Mimi! How are you baring up?" "I'll live, thanks to you, if Legolas doesn't kill me with kindness that is." "Being over protective is he? I know how he feels, I'd be the same if you were Roxie," said Pippin sitting beside the blushing Roxie and kissing her, "I thought I might find you here." "Miss me did you?" "Of course. I wondered if I could borrow you for a while?" said Pippin. "Go on, take her away!" said Mimi, "She hasn't shut up about you since she got here." "So I've been gossiped about have I? You don't mind if I drag her away then Mimi?" said Pippin nuzzling Roxie's neck. "I don't think I could stop you. Get along with you...oh, if you see Legolas could you tell him to hurry back. I'd feel a lot more comfortable with an experienced archer in the room." "Sure can do," said Roxie leading Pippin to the door, "Chat later girlies." They stepped into the corridor and shut the door. "It feels like an age since you left me," said Pippin, his arms slipping tentatively around her waist. "I barely left you half an hour ago," said Roxie pressing the palms of her hands to his chest and staring up into his eyes, "Can we go back to last night again?" Pippin's eyes widened in alarm, "You want to change things? You're not having regrets are you?" Roxie laughed at his petrified expression, "Oh darling no! I wouldn't change a thing. I just want to relive it, that's all." She kissed him, "I could never regret you." "Never?" "Never ever darling."
Four days passed and the whole of Rivendell was in uproar as preparations went on for Arwen and Aragorn's wedding. Great garlands of flowers draped the great hall and all around the banqueting tables. Nobles, Lords and Ladies who lived close to the elven realm began to arrive. Thranduil, King of Mirkwood, was not in attendance. He chose to delegate such tasks to his offspring and so, seeing as Legolas, Ceinwyn and Kaybanarn were already in attendance, he sent word to Elrond of his absence and of his fond wishes to the bride and groom. Day turned to night and Rivendell slept but as dawn returned the madness resumed.
"Come on Legolas!" said Mimi twirling in front of her mirror in her silver, grey robes, "I want to see what you look like." "I know you'll laugh. I hate wearing these things," moaned Legolas from behind the screen. "They can't be bad, my dress looks beautiful." "That's because dresses look good on women," said Legolas slipping from behind the screen, "But they don't on men." Mimi stifled a laugh, "Oh Angel," she giggled, "You look err...very...hmm how to put it?" "Stupid?!" said Legolas huffing down in a chair, the skirts of his robes dragging on the floor. He pulled at the high collar, "I feel like a girl." "You look like a panto dame." "A what?" "Never mind, just promise me you're not putting your hair in pigtails," said Mimi walking behind him and gently massaging his shoulders. "I can't believe Ceinwyn and Kaybanarn wear these by choice everyday. They're so uncomfortable. And Father wonders why I'm always off on foolish quests and escaping here, being at court would drive me crazy...Mmm Miranda do you want to do that all day?" said Legolas leaning his head back against her chest. "Did you sleep last night? You're so tense," said Mimi. "A little. I kept hearing things and they worried me. I'm not giving Pheobus the chance to hurt you again." "You need to sleep Angel, you'll worry yourself to death. We have guards everywhere, Pheobus won't reach me." She circled the chair and sat on his knees. "Are you sure you're up to today?" asked Legolas brushing a loose curl from her forehead. "I'm fine. Your Miruvor stuff has cleared up all the scratches." "You know that's not what I mean. If you don't feel comfortable being in a crowd we don't have to go." "And miss the wedding of the year? No way. I'll be fine Legolas honestly. If I give in Pheobus has won. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me down." Legolas smiled, running his fingers through the dark cascade of her hair, "You've got so much spirit, it amazes me at times. I don't think anything could break you down." "Not while I have you to turn to." She kissed him. Closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to him as he held her protectively. He released her and rested his forehead against her's, "We should finish getting ready. This is one engagement Aragorn will not take too kindly if we miss." Mimi kissed his cheek, "I love you Legolas." "I love you too darling." He lifted her off his knees, "Do you want me to do your hair?" "Do your's first. I want to see you in all your princely glory," giggled Mimi. "You just want to laugh at me." "You know me far too well Angel," said Mimi settling down beside the glowing fire and warming her bare feet. Legolas fastened his hair into its normal style but into it he wove a beautiful silver circlet that ended in an intricate knot on his forehead. Securing the last few strands, he turned back to Mimi, "What do you think?" "You look like Elrond!" "Oh thank you darling. Could you have thought of a worse insult?" Mimi got to her feet and sat on the stool next to him, "You look quite distinguished Angel. So is this what I'm being made to wear?" she asked tracing the delicate bands on his forehead. "Not quite," said Legolas getting to his feet, "Now no fidgeting. This is far too complicated for you to be wriggling about."
His fingers were light in her hair as he styled it. Mimi admired herself in the mirror when he'd finished. Her curls were piled high on her head with a few strands loose to frame her face, "You've surpassed yourself Angel, it looks wonderful," she said. "I haven't finished yet," said Legolas walking over to the chest in the corner, "I had Elrond's silver smiths make something for you." He lifted something out, wrapped in heavy black velvet. He came behind her and placed a silver tiara on her head. "Oh Legolas, its lovely." "As befits a princess of Mirkwood," said Legolas arranging her hair around her tiara. "There's something else too, close your eyes." "Why?" "It's a surprise." Miranda shrugged and shut her eyes. "Now Miranda my darling, a little bird has informed me of something you neglected to mention. Today isn't just Aragorn and Arwen's special day..." His fingers brushed the back of her neck softly and she opened her eyes. "Happy birthday Miranda." Around her neck hung a beautiful diamond pendant shaped like the Lothlorien leaf that symbolised the Fellowship. Mimi gasped and felt her eyes fill with tears, "Its beautiful," she said, "You didn't need to get me anything." "I wouldn't have done if Roxie hadn't told me about it," said Legolas, "Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?" "I didn't want any fuss. Its just another year and I've never celebrated it before." Legolas took her hand and stood her up, "We don't need to make a fuss," he said running a fingertip along the chain around her neck, "We can have our own private party later tonight, just the two of us." His hands slipped onto her waist and he kissed her neck. Mimi pushed him away and turned her back on him. "Miranda? What's wrong?" he asked reaching out to her. "I'm sorry Legolas I can't..." Without finishing her sentence she ran onto the balcony, having to grab a pillar to stop herself fainting. She cried uncontrollably, her slim body shaking with every sob. Legolas was soon on the balcony with her, "Miranda?" "That's how Pheobus kissed me," she sobbed not looking at him. She felt his hand light on her shoulder. Turning to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. He held her tightly, "I'm sorry Miranda. I didn't think. I should have realised," said Legolas, his voice choked by emotion. "Its me who should be sorry Legolas. I just can't...all I keep seeing is his face, those eyes. Whenever I try to sleep he's there, mocking me and when you touch me, I know its you but I can't shake the feeling that he's deceiving me again. I'm so frightened." She felt him tense beneath her hands as he tried to stop himself crying for her, "For all the hurt he's caused you, for everything he's done, I swear you will have your vengeance Miranda, through me. I will not rest a moment until he is punished for his crimes, by my hand." He paused and then his voice softened, "I will wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable with me again. We shall take each day as it comes. I swear my love will never fail you." "I know," said Mimi looking up at him. She held her lips by his chin and he bent to kiss her. "Things will get better Miranda, I promise," said Legolas releasing her. He wiped her eyes with the sleeve of his robe, "Hey my princess, we've got our first state event to attend as husband and wife." "Twenty-one and a princess," giggled Mimi, "I used to dream about that." "Believe me darling, this isn't a dream."
The hall was crowded with people. Legolas and Mimi weaved through the crowd to the altar at the front. The dagger that hung ceremoniously at Legolas' side brought Mimi great comfort. Elrond greeted them warmly as they approached, "Your Highnesses," he said bowing to them, "My dear friends, welcome." "This is quite a gathering Lord Elrond," said Legolas but I cannot see my brother and sister anywhere. Where are they?" "They have left Rivendell. Princess Ceinwyn asked me to give you this." Elrond handed Legolas a sealed scroll. He opened it and read it aloud:
"My dearest Legolas,
Forgive our swift departure but, having heard your account of the actions of Prime Minister Pheobus, Kaybanarn and I thought it best that we return immediately to Mirkwood to see that he is properly dealt with. Do not act in haste my brother if you encounter him before we do, for I know your temper all too well and I fear your love for Miranda will lead you to do something you will later regret. I shall write with news as soon as I receive it.
Your ever loving sister,
Ceinwyn."
"She sends you words of wisdom Legolas," said Elrond, "At the moment Pheobus' body may be becoming of your arrows but allow the justice of your people to prevail, for your sake as well as Mimi's." "I'll try my best," said Legolas glancing to his right, "I should go to Aragorn, he looks terribly nervous. I'm only a few feet away Miranda." He left her side and walked over to Aragorn. "How are you this morning Mimi?" asked Elrond. "Okay I guess. A little nervous." "He cannot reach you. I have guards everywhere. Try to enjoy today. You look very beautiful." Mimi blushed, "Thank you my Lord," she said walking to her left and joining Roxie with the rest of the bridal party. "Hey sweetie," said Mimi. "Morning Mimi," yawned Roxie, "Happy birthday." "Thank you. I take it you didn't get much sleep last night." Roxie grinned wickedly, "Barely a wink! Are you okay huney, you look a little pale?" Mimi sighed, "I'm a bit nervous about being in a crowd. Too many people I don't know." Roxie took her hand, "You shouldn't let Pheobus rule you. I thought you were baring up alright." "So did I until this morning. He's beaten me Rox. I can't love Legolas anymore. "What do you mean Mimi?" "He said we could have our own private party to celebrate my birthday. He wanted to be romantic but when he kissed me I couldn't get Pheobus' face out of my mind and I pushed him away." Roxie hugged her tightly, "Oh Miranda why did this have to happen to you? You have to try to forget Pheobus. Legolas loves you so much and I know he'll never betray you. Tell yourself that every time Pheobus falls over your mind. You can't let what you have with Legolas die because Pheobus tried to hurt you." "I know. This morning when it happened I wanted him so much but I couldn't make myself go with him. I love him so much but...NO!" "No what, Mimi?" "I will not let Pheobus control me. Legolas is my husband. I love him and trust him and if he wants me tonight I'll go with him willingly. If I can face the armies of Mordor I can face anything." Roxie hugged her, "That's the Mimi we know and love," she said, "Go get him girl!" "We've got a wedding to get through first."
"How are you my friend?" asked Legolas as he stood beside Aragorn. "Nervous as hell," said Aragorn brushing an invisible crease out of his long blue robes, "I look like such a woman." "At least you weren't deemed to have long blond hair," said Legolas, "Combined with a dress I look positively feminine!" "Place you and Ceinwyn side by side and you could be sisters," said Aragorn. Legolas frowned, "Have you seen Arwen this morning?" "No, Roxie told her that it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the service so I've been banned from her company since last night." "I'm glad I married Miranda the way I did then. A moment out of her company and I want to be by her side again. I couldn't cope." Aragorn hugged him, "I'm so glad you're not leaving. It would be way too normal without you and Mimi about." Legolas was about to speak when a flurry of trumpets hailed Arwen's arrival.
The whole congregation fell silent as she walked up the aisle dressed in a beautiful white and silver gown. Aragorn came to her side and Legolas, Mimi and Roxie stood behind the couple. Elrond conducted the service in elvish. When it came to the vows, Mimi felt Legolas brush the back of her hand with his. She took it, intertwining her fingers with his, as Aragorn began speaking his vows. "O mor henion idhu, ely siriar al sila. Ai, Aniron Undomiel Aralinde." Arwen turned to face him, "Tiro! El eria e mor. I lir en luitha uren. Ai, Aniron Elessar Dunedain." Mimi looked at Legolas as Elrond pronounced the couple in front man and wife. "I love you," whispered Legolas. "I love you too. Now and ever more."
The reception was a flurry of dancing and merriment. Mimi watched as Pippin waltzed Roxie round the room. Arwen and Aragorn sat away from the other guests, staring contentedly into eachother's eyes. She ran a finger around the rim of her glass, inwardly rejoicing that fate had brought her here, to people who loved her. A gentle hand on her waist brought her back to reality. "What are you dreaming about?" asked Legolas. Mimi turned to face him and smiled warmly, "Not a lot." "Then you won't mind if I ask you for a dance then." "I can't dance!" exclaimed Mimi. "What are you talking about? You're a professional dancer." "A professional go-go dancer Legolas. I kinda fall flat when it comes to a waltz." Legolas took her hand and stood her up, "Come on darling. Its easy." "Okay I'll try," said Mimi letting him lead her into the dance. She picked up the steps quickly. Legolas whirled her around the room and she couldn't remember when she'd last felt so happy. The crowd no longer bothered her and Pheobus became a distant glimmer in her memory.
After many dances Legolas felt a tap on his shoulder. "Would you mind if I borrowed your wife for a dance?" asked Elrond, "There's something I wish to talk to hr about." "Not at all," said Legolas handing Mimi to him. Legolas kissed her cheek softly, "See you later sweetheart." The music started and Elrond turned her into the dance. "Forgive me my Lord," said Mimi, "But can I ask why you've asked for this dance? We've hardly been the closest of friends." "That is why I asked you," said Elrond, "I want to apologise for my past actions, I was wrong to judge you the way I did. You've proved yourself beyond any doubt and so, if you'll permit me, I would like to welcome you to my family." Mimi smiled, "I'd like that very much," she said, "Legolas speaks well of your family, he loves you all very dearly." "And we love him, he's been part of our lives for many an age. His choosing of you as his wife showed me the error of my ways. I only regret that I will not know you for longer. When Arwen leaves with you for Mirkwood, I shall make my way to the havens from which I cannot return." "Middle Earth will lose a lot when the elven people leave the mainland," said Mimi. Elrond smiled and shook his head, "We shall soon become myths, as the story of thirty-four thirty-four did, and as will your heroic exploits in time." Mimi laughed as the dance ended, "A legend? I can hardly see Legolas and I becoming well known, that fate belongs to Frodo." Elrond kissed the back of her hand, "Whatever fate holds for us Miranda, I'm glad our paths crossed, if only briefly." "So am I Elrond," said Mimi as she left the floor.
Legolas sat with his back to her, watching the hobbits as they danced around Gandalf and Bilbo, obviously under the influence of the strong elven wine. He flinched away as Mimi kissed the delicate point of his ear, "Miranda, stop it. That tickles." Mimi sat behind him laughing, "Can we leave now?" she whispered kissing his neck. "We'd be noticed," said Legolas trying to repress the feelings inside him as she kissed him. She ran her hands up his back and onto his shoulders, "So? We're married. Its hardly illegal." Her voice was soft and seductive. Legolas turned to face her, "I thought you didn't..." "He has gone from my mind Legolas. You are all I see now and for the rest of eternity." The intense longing and honesty in her eyes convinced Legolas that she was truly healed. "Come on," she said taking his hand and walking from the room. Legolas cared nothing for the knowing glances as she led him away from the hustle and bustle of the party to the quiet serenity of her soul company.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
"LEGOLAS! LEGOLAS!" Mimi's screams woke Legolas from his dreams. Instinctively he reached for the daggers that lay faithfully at his side. He glanced frantically around the room, trying to find where the screams were coming from, only to find that Mimi lay beside him, fast asleep. She turned violently and called out his name again, "Legolas! No! Morder! Mordor!" Releasing the dagger, he touched her shoulder and shook her gently, "Miranda?" he said, "Wake up darling." She awoke and looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear for a second but then they softened, "You're still here," she whispered touching his cheek as if to confirm the reality of what she was seeing. "I never left you Miranda, you were having a nightmare," said Legolas pushing the thin strap of her nightdress back onto her shoulder. "It was so real," said Mimi, relaxing as Legolas' arms circled her waist protectively. "Dreams can be. What made you cry out like that? You kept crying about Mordor. Did you dream of the quest?" Mimi's eyes widened as she remembered her dream, "No, not the quest. We were here but we weren't. You kept telling me that this was Mirkwood but it wasn't, it was Rivendell. We were in a hall and we were separated. Everyone was crying and Elrond was sick, like Frodo was when he was poisoned. Sauron came. He grabbed my arm and told me he was going to throw me to the fires of Mordor. Two elves held you and wouldn't let you help me. Then it went black and I heard a baby crying. Its just nonsense really," she said averting her eyes from him. "Dreams are not nonsense," said Legolas, turning her face back to his, "To my people they are ways for the higher powers to communicate with us." "The voice of God!" said Mimi sarcastically, "Okay then, what are your higher powers trying to tell me?" "I don't know. I never learnt to interpret dreams. There should be someone here who could tell you." Mimi laughed, "What? Have my head shrunk by some elf-priest? I don't think so Angel!" Legolas lay his head back on the pillows, "You scared me when I heard you screaming," he said idly tracing a pattern on her hip with a fingertip. "Sorry. I'll tell my dreams to be quiet next time," said Mimi pressing her lips to the base of his neck and seeking comfort from the warm, woodland scent of his skin. "I'm not going to get back to sleep now," he said wriggling in her arms. "You can go and get me something to drink then," said Mimi. "Get it yourself you lazy orc!" Mimi pouted prettily, "But you love me," she whined. "Oh bloody hell, alright," said Legolas sitting up. He leant over the side of the bed, searching through his clothes that lay heaped on the floor with Mimi's robes. "Where are my trousers? I can't see anything in this darkness!" "Does it matter? I'm the only one here," said Mimi. "Its too damn cold to be running around like that," said Legolas pulling his trousers from the pile, "Got them!" "Fine. Spoil my fun," said Mimi as Legolas got dressed and climbed out of bed. "Well we're following our track record," he said wandering over to the dresser and opening a bottle of wine, "Barely an hour's sleep." "You weren't complaining earlier," said Mimi as moonlight filtered from behind a cloud and into their room. Getting out of bed, she came to his side. "Why did you just send me over here if you were going to get up yourself?" said Legolas setting the bottle back on the dresser. "You needed the exercise. You're getting fat in your old age!" she said poking his stomach. "How bloody rude! I haven't put a jot of weight on since you met me...in fact I think I've lost it after all the damn exercise!" Mimi giggled, "Struck a nerve didn't I?" she said flattening her hands against his chest, "You don't need me to tell you you're gorgeous Angel." "No, I have plenty of mistresses to do that for me." Mimi pulled away as she heard the sincerity in his voice but then relaxed as she saw the laughter in his eyes, "You bastard!" she said unable to suppress a laugh, "You don't have time for a mistress Legolas Greenleaf!" "I have a wife that takes up my time," he said catching hold of her nightdress and pulling it over her head. Discarding it to the floor, he took her into his arms, "Do you know what Miranda. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met." "Shut up Legolas!" said Mimi turning him round and pushing him onto the bed. Grabbing her hand as he fell, they landed in the soft elven fabric.
Two weeks passed and it came to the day they were set to leave for Mirkwood. Mimi sat on Descaminord's back and could have been mistaken for a departing Rivendell elf. Her hair was fastened as Legolas wore his, the Ring of Narya glittered in the sunlight, as did the delicate pendant that hung around her neck. Back in her travelling clothes, she felt as if she were back on the quest but this time with her whole life in front of her rather than behind. She watched as Arwen said a tearful goodbye to her father. Legolas climbed up behind Mimi, "I'm going to miss this place," he said. "Me too," said Mimi, "I have a lot of good memories of this place. This is the exact place where we first met, when I arrived with the hobbits and Aragorn." "You were wearing those dreadful boots and that tiny skirt. Despite the mud you were covered in, you looked stunning." "Roxie thought you were a woman," giggled Mimi, "But I thought you were amazing." "That's why I married you rather than Roxie. Ready to see my homeland Mellamin?" "Ready and raring to go." Arwen climbed up onto Hasufel in front of Aragorn, "I love you Father," she said through her tears. "I love you Arwen, your Mother would have been so proud of you. Take care of her for me Aragorn," said Elrond, tears staining his usually stern features. "I will," promised Aragorn. "Take care all of you," said Legolas walking over to Mimi and Legolas, "My dear boy," he said, "You've grown up so much since you've been visiting us. I shall miss seeing you every spring." "And I shall miss you and Rivendell," said Legolas bending down and hugging Elrond. "Goodbye Miranda." "Goodbye Elrond." He said farewell to everyone in turn, "I'm going to miss you all. You can stay for longer if you wish, we don't leave for the havens for another three days," said Elrond glancing hopefully at Legolas. "I'm afraid we can't wait any longer. The pass over the Misty Mountains and Anduin is treacherous enough, any further delay and they would be impassable," said Legolas. "I understand," said Elrond. "Pippin!" called Aragorn, "Put Roxie down, we need to get moving." Disengaging from Roxie, Pippin pulled a face at Aragorn and then helped her onto Loci's back. He climbed up behind her, "Reversed roles this time," he said, "this time I have to make sure you don't fall off." Roxie kissed his cheek and settled back against him, "I love you Pip," she said closing her eyes as the horses made their way out of Rivendell.
Arwen looked back until she could no longer see her Father's waving figure anymore. Tears stung her eyes as she said goodbye to the home and family she'd loved for over two thousand years. She glanced around at her comrades, their numbers were rapidly dwindling. Firstly her Father, Bilbo, Galadriel and Celeborn had remained in Rivendell before journeying to the havens. Then Gimli, the dwarf lord of the Fellowship, had returned to his mines in the Lonely Mountain, far north of Mirkwood. She looked over to Merry, Sam, Frodo, Pippin and Roxie. They had chosen to return to the Shire after seeing Mirkwood, practically the other side of Middle Earth to Gondor. Gandalf, he would come and go as he pleased, but he was also badly scarred and ill from his battles and Arwen knew in her heart he would not be with them much longer. Finally her eyes fell on Legolas and Mimi, two free spirits joined by their undying love. They had chosen to travel to Gondor with her and Aragorn but it would not hold them long. They desired adventure, freedom. The city walls would be a prison to them, they would seek liberty. A gentle move of Aragorn's arm as he steered their mount along the winding path brought her attention back to him. Her husband, a brave warrior and king of men. Any misgivings went from her mind as she closed her eyes against him. His love was all she needed and he gave it to her willingly. She let him guide her home.
Two days passed. Rivendell looked bare as items were packed away, ready for their journey to the havens. Elrond lay on his bed, allowing the cool breeze from the open window wash over him as he meditated. Something was not right, he'd felt uneasy for several days. At first he put it down to the thought of Arwen leaving him but the feeling lingered alongside that loss. A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He got up and opened the door. A servant entered with a sealed scroll, "A messenger from Mirkwood brought this for Prince Legolas my Lord. What should I do with it?" "Give it to me," said Elrond, his heart telling him that the letter contained the answers to his questions. The servant handed him the sealed scroll. "Leave me." Obediently the servant left, pulling the door closed. Elrond broke the seal and read the letter:
"My darling brother,
I pray this letter reaches you before you leave Rivendell as it carries a warning. You must not return home, if you do it is your death. Pheobus reached Elbereth before we did and, through means I cannot comprehend nor have time to explain to you, has convinced Father that you are a traitor. Despite our pleas, Father has pledged your death if you set foot in the city. You and Miranda must flee to the sanctuary of Gondor before it is too late for I fear if you do not return Father will send men to find you. This is my adieu to you as I shall go to the havens without seeing you again. Be of good cheer darling Legolas, I shall think of you often and maybe someday we shall be reunited. I will always love you, more than words can say. Take care. Adieu darling, Ceinwyn."
Elrond ran to the door and flung it open, "You! Boy!" he called to a nearby servant, "Have Asfaloth saddled immediately." "Yes My Lord," said the startled servant as Elrond ran back into his room. Throwing off his normal dress robe, he pulled on his doublet and boots and tied his hair from his face. Fastening his sword about his waist, he stuffed the letter in his pocket and fled the room. Taking the stairs two at a time, he didn't see Galadriel until he went tumbling into her. "Elrond? Why all the hurry?" said Galadriel picking herself up. "No time to explain. I must reach Legolas before it is too late, he and Mimi are in great danger," said Elrond continuing on down the stairs. "Danger? Elrond we are leaving for the havens in a day. You can't possibly follow them to Mirkwood, they have a two day head start." "I have to try. Lead my people to the havens Galadriel, I shall meet you there if I can. If not goodbye, this is my destiny," said Elrond leaving for the courtyard. Galadriel smiled after him, a knowing and distant look in her eyes. A tear broke loose and coursed down her cheek, "I always knew you would be a hero," she whispered, "Goodbye Elrond, until our next meeting."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
Mimi languished, lazily by the campfire as the company rested for the night. They had crossed the Misty Mountains and now camped by a tiny lake at their feet. The sun was beginning to set as Aragorn and Pippin put up four tents that would hold off the rain that the clouds threatened over head. Roxie sat beside Mimi, "Where's your other half huney?" she asked, "Slinked off to escape work or something?" "He said he was going to collect some fire wood. He seemed to want to be alone. He's been distracted all day," said Mimi looking mournfully at her friend. "Really? How come?" "I don't know," said Mimi, "He's just been very, very quiet and that's not like him. Do you think I should go after him?" "He's your husband Mimi, you know him better than I do. Would he want you to go after him?" "It depends. I think I'll go and find him, it'll give me an excuse to be alone with him if anything," said Mimi getting to her feet. She walked into the woods until she found Legolas sitting beneath a large oak tree. He sat with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees, eyes closed. "Angel?" said Mimi, "Legolas?" He didn't answer her. She came beside him and touched his shoulder, "Legolas?" Slowly he opened his eyes, "Miranda?" "Yes huney, its me. Were you asleep?" Legolas turned to face her as she sat beside him, "No I was meditating. I had some questions that I could not answer." "Questions? Is that why you've been distracted all day?" Legolas nodded, "Ceinwyn is trying to warn me of something. Elven twins have a telepathic link but it diminishes over distance and even more so since I lost my immortality. I can hear her call but not her message. It worries me." Mimi guided him to the floor and lay his head on her knees. She stroked his hair, "Try not to dwell on it my love," she said softly, "We are safe. She's probably just trying to get you to hurry to Mirkwood or she may have some news of Pheobus." "That's probably all it is," said Legolas shutting his eyes, "Does this fulfil your fairytale darling Miranda?" "I'd forgotten all about that," said Mimi, "I suppose its quite an achievement, having your dreams come true. Yes, it does fulfil my fairytale. I live in a magical world with dragons and elven kingdoms. I have married my handsome prince and we are going to live happily ever after in our white tower." Legolas laughed, "One to tell our children." Mimi bit her lip and seemed to be deciding whether or not to speak. Legolas sat up and tried to read her expression. "There's something I need to tell you Angel and I think you'll be pretty shocked," said Mimi taking his hand. She placed it on her stomach and recaptured his gaze, "Legolas I think I'm pregnant." Legolas' eyes widened in surprise, "What?!...Oh my God!...Pregnant?! Oh Miranda!" he cried kissing her. He looked down at his hand, "You mean he or she is in there? Our child? Our baby?" "That tends to be the case," giggled Mimi, "I'm not sure yet but I feel different and all the signs point that way. Its as if I can already feel the baby inside me even though they say that's impossible so early on." "This is too weird," said Legolas still stunned, "Us? Parents?" "Its not weird," said Mimi, "We'll make great parents and they'll be the best looking kids around if they take after you." "Kids? You mean you want to have more than one? That's great! I had a wonderful time with my siblings and there were ten of us at home, seven boys and three girls. Mother said we were like a small army, especially when we launched an assault on the palace kitchens." "Mischievous little bugger were you?" said Mimi slipping into his arms. "Ceinwyn was the brains behind it all, she's the more intelligent of us but I was more agile. I tended to be a decoy whilst the others raided the kitchens and terrorised the cook. "So I am to have lots of blond, mischievous, cunning little elven children then?" said Mimi, "God help me." "It will be our greatest challenge yet. Sauron's forces will seem like a minor scuffle when compared to the screams of our little brood. We may have to find another ring of power so that we can send them on a quest to Mordor for a year," said Legolas getting to his feet and helping Mimi up. "Time alone will be a thing of the past," said Mimi. "What? No more wild, passionate nights?" said Legolas pulling her against him, "We can't have that Miranda my darling." Before she could pull away, he kissed her. Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she kissed him back, giving up all conscious thought and letting her spirit merge with his.
Elrond pushed Asfaloth hard across the Misty Mountains. His daughter's horse was the swiftest of all in Rivendell and only rivaled by Shadowfax and Descaminord in the whole of Middle Earth. "Noro lim Asfaloth," said Elrond, desperately trying to gain more speed but the horse was tiring and he would soon have to stop. Gradually he slowed to barely a walk. "No, please move!" cried Elrond, "I have to get to Legolas." The horse stopped dead and refused to move. Elrond climbed down from him and took a small bag off his saddle. He pushed the horse away, "Go home Asfaloth," he said, "I'll go on on foot." Leaving the horse behind, he continued to run across the precarious mountaintop, his desperation filling him with a strength he thought he'd lost a millennia ago. "Celebrian!" he cried to the wind, "Hear my plea Miren. Grant me the strength of your spirit and don't let me fail him." Though nothing could be seen, Elrond could feel his wife'' presence beside him and he ran on, never once stopping.
Legolas led the party along the banks of Anduin until they reached a shallow ford. He led them across and to the foot of a great wood. He pulled Descaminord to a halt and stared into the trees, "This, my love, is Mirkwood," he said to Mimi who sat in front of him. Mimi looked on in amazement at the beautiful, silvery barked trees, "Its beautiful," she said leaning back against him. Aragorn drew Hasufel beside them, "Home sweet home, hey little Greenleaf?" he said, "Legolas? Are you alright? You look very pale." "I have a very bad feeling," said Legolas shutting his eyes. He began muttering in elvish, "Hear me Ceinwyn, I beg you, what is your warning? The woods make me uneasy and I cannot sense your presence. Sweet sister where are you? I am in desperate need of your counsel." Legolas opened his eyes, "I cannot feel Ceinwyn anywhere. She is no longer in Mirkwood." Aragorn lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Your perception is probably dulled Legolas. You said yourself your mortality has affected your link with Ceinwyn. We have not been to Mirkwood for many moons, 'tis merely a feeling of apprehension that you carry. Come along, its still a days ride to Elbereth." Reluctantly, Legolas led the party into the dappled light of Mirkwood.
Elrond made his final descent of the mountains and came to a small lake. It had been his friends' camp barely a day before as there was still evidence of their presence. He sat down on a tree stump, allowing himself a few moments to recover. For two days he had run across the mountains. Day and night without a pause, every thought bent on saving his friends. His heart ached in his chest as he felt failure swim around him. If he failed Legolas, whom he looked upon as a son, he would surely die of grief and sweet Mimi, barley as he had accepted her, he was being forced to lose her in a worse way than he imagined as Legolas' fate was likely to befall her too. Getting to his feet once again, he ran to the banks of Anduin and followed their trail ever north.
Legolas passed the sleeping Mimi down to Aragorn as they dismounted the horses and set up camp for the night. Aragorn lay her at the foot of a tree and Legolas covered her with his cape. "I'll leave her to sleep for a while," said Legolas, "She seems a lot more in need of rest recently." "She and Roxie are barely children in the scheme of things. Both you and I have been riding for days since I was seventeen, they only started a year ago," said Aragorn laying his bag and weapons on the floor. Legolas took off his bow and quiver and placed them beside Mimi. "Funny how things work out isn't it?" he said, "Just over a year ago I'd arrived in Rivendell having been sent on some secret mission by my Father and you turned up with the hobbits. Elrond and Gandalf had shown me Frodo and you introduced me to the others. That's when I saw Miranda, she was in a complete state but she was beautiful. Who'd have thought that frightened little creature in that tiny skirt would become a great warrior and my wife?" "It is strange when you put it that way," said Aragorn, "The slightest change in the past and everything could have been very different. If Thranduil had sent anyone other than you to Rivendell, Roxie and Mimi could be back in London and we could be in a second darkness." Legolas led his friend back to the fireside, "Lady Luck smiled upon us. We seem to lead charmed lives my friend."
Elrond stumbled on a rock and fell hard on the stony shoreline. He tried to regain his feet but his legs buckled and he couldn't move. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the stars, "Curses!" he hissed, "What can I do?" He shut his eyes, allowing his breathing to even out and grow deep. He reached out for his daughter's spirit but she was distant, preoccupied by her serenity and love. Pulling back, Elrond sought Legolas' presence but it was dulled by months of mortality and it was exhausted by its desperation to reach his sister. "I have to warn someone," groaned Elrond. Abandoning all he'd ever believed, he reached out again, this time to a fully mortal, alien spirit. "Miranda, Princess of Mirkwood, hear me child, hear me."
Legolas turned from the fire as he heard Mimi moan softly in her sleep. He shook his head and turned back to Frodo, "She's just dreaming," he said with a smile. "Bless her," said Frodo, "I hope it isn't a nightmare, I hate those things." "No, you can always tell when Miranda's having a nightmare. It involves a lot of screaming." "LEGOLAS!" Mimi's screams nearly deafened the party. She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide but unseeing. Legolas went to her side and tried to wake her, "Miranda? Its okay sweetheart, its only a dream," he said shaking her gently. She didn't respond to him, she just stared blankly ahead. Legolas' face fell, "Miranda? Miranda? Gandalf help me there's something wrong with her, I can't wake her." The old wizard came beside him, "Mimi?" he said shaking her more roughly. She still remained in a trance. Tears broke loose from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as her lips quivered, forming what looked like elven words but making no sound. "She is possessed!" cried Sam as the rest of the band gathered round. Arwen pushed passed the hobbits, "She is being spoken to," she said, "I saw an elven boy like this once in Rivendell. It's a form of elven telepathy used only by my people and never with mortals. To hold a human would take so much skill and desperation." "But who would want to communicate with Mimi this way?" said Gandalf moving his hand in front of her face, trying to get her eyes to focus. "Legolas...warning...Mirkwood...Thranduil...danger," muttered Mimi. "She's saying something," said Aragorn, "Listen." "Legolas...danger...Thranduil...Elbereth." "She's talking nonsense," said Roxie. "Elrond...danger...warning...Legolas...Legolas...Legol..." Her words got softer and softer until they were inaudible. She lay back down, closing her eyes. Her breathing once again became even, as if she was sleeping. Legolas touched her shoulder tentatively, "Miranda? Baby please wake up," he said. She stirred, "Five more minutes Angel," she said. "Miranda wake up!" he said, his voice hard and commanding. Mimi opened her eyes, her expression waiving between hurt and confusion, "Okay, okay I'm awake. What have I done?" She glanced around at the crowd, "What's happened?" she said, sitting up, worried by their faces. "We were hoping you could tell us that Mimi," said Gandalf. "What? I don't understand. What have I done?" "What were you dreaming about Mimi?" asked Arwen. "Dreaming about? I don't even remember falling asleep, let alone dreaming. Legolas what is going on?" said Mimi turning to her husband. "Someone was speaking to you. You were talking about Mirkwood, my Father, and a warning. Then you called my name and Elrond's. Was Elrond the one talking to you?" "I don't know. I can't remember anything since we were riding," said Mimi. Legolas grabbed her shoulders roughly, "Miranda you have to remember!" he said shaking her, "It was a warning for me, for my Father. Please darling try to remember. Whoever contacted you had good reason. You have to remember, our entire fate could depend upon it." Mimi pulled away, tears stinging her eyes, "I can't remember Legolas. I just can't remember!" The intensity in Legolas' eyes faded as he realised that he'd hurt her. He lowered his gaze to the floor, "I'm sorry Miranda." Gandalf got to his feet and signaled for the others to follow him, leaving Legolas and Mimi alone. "I'd tell you if I remembered anything Legolas, you know I would," said Mimi still frightened by his force. "I know. I know," he said taking her face in his hands and kissing her forehead. He hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry." Mimi nuzzled into his chest, "Its okay Angel. You just frightened me, that's all. I 've never seen you that way before, not with me anyway." "I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry. Its just with these terrible feelings I've been having not to mention worrying about you and the baby. Oh darling forgive me please," said Legolas burying his face in her hair. "There's nothing to forgive Angel. I know what stress you're under. Just don't yell at me ever again, you scare me." Legolas raised his head, took her hand and lay it against his chest. Mimi could feel his heart beating faster than she was accustomed to. "I promise," he said kissing her.
Elrond lay, unmoving, for many hours. The moon rose and the stars shone bright above him. He felt weak, drained. His efforts to reach Miranda had been successful, she had heard him but not without great sacrifice. Had he been mortal he could have sworn he'd be dead. Grief threatened to overwhelm him, the one thing that could destroy him aside from an enemy blade. He had contacted Miranda but whether his message was clear to her he didn't know. "It has all been in vain," he moaned closing his eyes and willing death to envelop him. "Elrond! Elrond!" He opened his eyes as he heard someone whispering his name. "Don't give into grief Mellamin. The spirit of Imladris can only be lost to an enemy, do not allow that enemy to be yourself." Elrond closed his eyes once more, not believing what he was hearing, "Celebrian?" He felt soft fingers upon his brow, easing the pain in his head away. He opened his eyes and stared up at the beautiful face of his wife. "It is you!" he said in wonder, "But how? You were slain by the orcs when we returned from Lothlorien, nearly a thousand years ago. To see you I would have to be dead." "Not dead my love," she said softly, "I have returned but briefly. I cannot linger long but I could not see you die, not when you have fought so hard to save our darling Legolas from his fate." Celebrian helped him to his feet, "you must hurry Elrond. Your message did not reach Legolas and by morning they will move further on to Elbereth. You have to warn them." "I cannot. My strength has failed me, I cannot reach them in time." Celebrian pressed the palm of her hand to his and entwined their fingers, "that is not the Elrond I knew, he would not give up." "The Elrond you knew died the day you were taken from me. I am not who I was." Celebrian reached behind his head and pulled the tie from his hair so that it swung loose about his shoulders, "You and I were once as free as Legolas and Miranda. Would you see their love cut short as our's was? You are their only hope Elrond." "But its so hard without you beside me," he said, his azure eyes filling with tears. Celebrian touched his cheek softly, "I've never once left your side Elrond, you know that. I love you." Guiding his face to her's, she kissed him. When they parted she pushed him away, "Now go. Save them." "I cannot leave you." "You must. Don't you see? I am no longer your's. Only in death can we be reunited but that fate does not have to fall to Legolas too. He should have been our son, not a child of Mirkwood. If you love him as I do, you will save him." "I love you Celebrian." She said nothing as Elrond turned and ran along the banks towards the ford to Mirkwood.
Pippin sat on watch as the others slept. He glanced around the campsite at the sleeping figures. The three hobbits lay close to Gandalf, looking so tiny to him now he was human. Aragorn and Arwen slept a slight distance apart, their courtly ways still not allowing them freedom in their relationship. In contrast to the distanced couple, Legolas and Mimi lay away from the group, wrapped tightly in Legolas' cape and eachother's arms. He looked down on Roxie as she slept at his feet, her face covered by her wild curls. How long he sat there he didn't know but, as the sun began to rise, a great unease fell over him. His grip tightened on his sword. He pushed Roxie's shoulder with his foot, "Hey, Rox! Huney wake up." Roxie stirred and sat up, "What is it Pip?" she asked. "Pick up your sword and keep quiet," he said getting up and moving over to Aragorn, "Strider, wake up. Arwen." He woke the entire company. "What is it Pippin?" asked Aragorn fastening his sword around his waist. "I don't know. I feel uneasy," said Pippin. Gandalf groaned, "You woke us all up because you felt uneasy? Fool of a Took!" Pippin looked hurt, "You take it really seriously when Legolas says he's uneasy," he whined, "Why should it be any different for me?" "Because Legolas is an elf and you're a... well I'm still not sure what you really are," said Merry. Legolas came over to the group, his quiver on his back and his bow in his hand, "What's all the noise?" he asked trying to make the straps of his quiver more comfortable as they pushed hard through his thin shirt. Mimi followed close behind, two glittering elven daggers slung low at her hips. "Pippin feels uneasy," said Aragorn sarcastically. Legolas scanned the forest, "Well there's nothing to worry... wait," His vision fell back to their path from the day before. The sunrise made it hard to see but, through the dappled light, he could make out a figure moving towards them at great speed. "What is it Legolas?" asked Aragorn. "I don't know." "An animal?" said Arwen. Roxie squealed quietly, "It could be one of those dreadful wolves. Shoot it down Legolas." Legolas armed his bow and took aim. "Stop!" said Mimi pushing Legolas' arm to the ground before he could fire, "Its human." Legolas bent to her eye level and the sun no longer impaired his vision, "Too tall. It must be elven." Arwen joined them, "Its more than elven," she said in amazement, "Its my Father." As the figure grew closer, his appearance became clear. Arwen and Legolas ran to greet him. "Father!" cried Arwen. Elrond stumbled the last few feet and fell into her arms, "Father?" "Legolas," said Elrond, his whole body shaking with exhaustion. "I'm here cousin. Why did you follow us?" "You must not..." Before he could utter another word, Elrond fell unconscious in his daughter's arms. Legolas lifted him onto his shoulder and carried him back to the camp. He lay him down beside the fire. "Miranda, fetch my bag," said Legolas unfastening the buttons of Elrond's doublet. "What's wrong with him?" asked Aragorn, hugging Arwen as she cried. "Total exhaustion," said Legolas, "He must have run all the way from Rivendell." Mimi returned with Legolas' things. He handed her the black velvet bag from inside, "You know what to do," he said, "Arwen, snap out of it! I need your help." "What must I do?" she asked wiping away her tears. "Talk to him," said Legolas, "He will respond better to your voice." "Father. Please return to us. Wake up." "Ar sindarioriello caita mornie, Romello vanwa, Valimar!" chanted Legolas, "Please don't leave us."
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
It was many hours until Elrond regained consciousness, "Where am I?" he asked, his eyes adjusting to the light. "You are safe Elrond." "Legolas?" "Yes, yes its me. How are you feeling?" "Lousy," said Elrond as he focused on the elven prince, "I'm so glad I found you." "Why did you follow us?" "I came with a warning from your sister," said Elrond taking a screwed up piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to Legolas, "You'd better read this." Legolas got to his feet and unfolded the paper. As he read his expression became darker and darker. "What?" He turned to Elrond, his eyes filling with tears, "tell me this is not true Elrond, please. Tell me this is all in jest." "I can't Legolas. I'm sorry. What your sister writes is true." "No!" cried Legolas throwing the paper into the fire. He kicked over his quiver in frustration, sending arrows skidding across the forest floor. Red blood welled from his knuckles as he struck the rough bark of a nearby tree. He pivoted on his heel, slammed his back against the tree and slumped to the floor, burying his face in his hands. Mimi went over to him and took his hands away from his face. His cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes wide and afraid. "What's wrong?" she asked. "He calls me a traitor Miranda," said Legolas, "A traitor and all because I fell in love." "Who?" said Mimi. "My Father," said Legolas wrapping his arms around her waist and crying into her shoulder. Mimi held him tightly as he cried, "Oh Legolas," she whispered, "I'm so sorry." Elrond got to his feet, "Legolas we have to leave. You risk too much if you remain here." Legolas looked up, "And where should I go? Run to Gondor like a coward? Leave my home, never see Mirkwood again? Never! I am innocent. I've committed no crime." He got to his feet, "No, I shall return to my Father, explain to him the truth about Pheobus, he'll forgive me." "Legolas this is madness!" cried Elrond as the elf-prince collected up his scattered arrows. "Why madness? I am his first son, heir to his throne. Why would he believe Pheobus over me? Even if he does my Mother will help me." Mimi grabbed his hand, "Legolas, Angel, Elrond is right. We planned to live at Gondor anyway, we'll simply be going a little earlier." "But I am not a coward." "I know. I know but are you a fool?" "What?" said Legolas pulling away. "Only a fool would marched to his death with his head held high when he has committed no crime. If Ceinwyn could not convince your father then what hope do you think you have? Think of our child. How can I explain why you aren't with us?" Taking a piece of linen from her doublet pocket, Mimi bandaged his bleeding hand, "Let us go to Gondor." Legolas' troubled expression softened as she kissed the back of his hand. He sighed, her words a welcome comfort, "Whatever you wish Miranda. You and the baby are more important to me than any kingdom. We shall go to Gondor and make it our home." "I believe we should be congratulating you on an impending birth," said Elrond, "But I fear we have no time. We need to cross Anduin by nightfall. Thranduil may have already sent foot soldiers to find you." The group began to gather their belongings. "Not so fast," said an unfamiliar voice. From the trees emerged a group of elves. They surrounded the camp, bows drawn. "Herunumen?" said Legolas, staring at the leader in disbelief. "Laiqalasse, High Prince of Mirkwood, by the orders of King Thranduil, leader of the Silvan elves of this forest, I place you under arrest for treason." "I am your brother. How can you do this?" cried Legolas. "I'm sorry Legolas but I cannot disobey our Father," said Herunumen, "You and your party will come with us to Elbereth. Hand your weapons to the guards. The horses and your other belongings you may bring if you wish." They handed their weapons to the guards, battle was out of the question. One of the elven party tried to take the ring from around Legolas' neck but he placed a hand over it protectively, "The Ring of Narya is a symbol of honour, not a weapon," he said. "Leave it be," said Herunumen, "Come along, all of you."
The elven party led Legolas and his friends to Elbereth. As they reached the great silver gates of the woodland city, Legolas pulled Mimi closer to him, "Whatever happens, always remember that I love you," he said kissing her quickly. "I love you too Legolas. Everything will be fine Angel." Legolas took his riding gloves from the pockets of his doublet, "Put these on," he said, his voice close to a whisper. "Why?" said Mimi taking them from him. "Keep your wedding ring hidden. Do not show it to anyone." Mimi slipped the gloves onto her hands, "What ring?" she said wrapping her arms around his waist. Legolas kissed her hair, "My beautiful Miranda," he whispered as they came upon a raised plateau. They were led up the steps and stood before a company of elves, bowmen watching their every move. Two of the elves sat, in silver robes, upon beautifully crafted thrones. The female elf looked as if she been crying but her partner, who Mimi immediately identified as Thranduil, had a face of stone. Legolas left her side and knelt before his father, "Your Majesty," he said, his voice emotionless. "So you have been found," said Thranduil getting to his feet, "Do you know the charges laid before you?" "I know them but I do not understand them," said Legolas raising his head, "I am no traitor." "Dare you question my judgement boy?" cried Thranduil, his eyes burning with a cold flame. "If you'd let me explain," said Legolas getting to his feet. "Explain?" said Thranduil, "Did you marry a human?" "Yes," said Legolas. "Are you mortal?" "Yes." "Then you needn't waste your time explaining. You know our laws. You have betrayed your people Laiqalasse, you have committed treason." "So our laws call love treason?" said Legolas drawing up to Thranduil. "Love? I see your time in Rivendell has weakened you. Not surprising really, their leader is, after all, only half-elven. He has placed mortal sympathies within you." "Thranduil that is unfair!" said the elven queen, "Elrond has been a great mentor to Legolas." "Be quiet Elemmire! Half his weakness is due to the way you fussed over him as a child." "Don't talk to her like that!" hissed Legolas. "What did you say?" said Thranduil turning back to him. "Don't talk to my Mother that way." Legolas was knocked to the floor as Thranduil hit him hard. Mimi tried to run to him but Elrond held her back. In the end it was Elemmire that went to his aid. She held him tightly to her, "What is wrong with you Thranduil? He is our child," she cried. "Get away from him Elemmire. He is a traitor, unworthy of our blood." Legolas' mother didn't move. "I said get away from him!" Two guards pulled Elemmire away as Legolas knelt before his father in submission. "Laiqalasse, Prince of Mirkwood," said Thranduil, "You are hereby found guilty of treason against our kingdom, the penalty is death!" "No!" cried Mimi, pulling away from Elrond and throwing herself on her knees at Thranduil's feet, "Please Your Majesty, don't kill him." "If it is not Miranda, my fair daughter-in-law," said Thranduil, "And what, pray tell, gives you the right to beg me for mercy?" Mimi looked up at him, calling on all her courage, "I am the reason you call Legolas a traitor. If it wasn't for my existence you would love him as you once did, and it is my love for him that has persuaded me to offer you this alternative. Although your great power cannot change the past and eradicate my presence in Middle Earth, it can change the future. Take my life in his place." Mimi heard stifled gasps from all those who could hear her. "Miranda, you can't," said Legolas coming to her side and taking her hands, "I will not have you die for me, I love you." "And I love you. That is why I cannot sit by and see you executed because of me." Legolas' eyes held her's intently and they understood one another without words. "Then we face this together," said Legolas, "Your Majesty, take us both." For a moment their bravery nearly pushed Thranduil to retracting his decision but Pheobus came to his side. "Your Majesty, a word," he said. "What is it Prime Minister?" said Thranduil. "You should not put them to death, it is too easy a path." "Well what do you suggest?" said Thranduil. "Give them both their living hell, separate them for the whole of their lives." Thranduil considered Pheobus' plan for a moment, "Indeed. It would spare my son's life but rid me of the human. Very well. I shall take Laiqalasse to the havens and there he shall remain. The human I will send to the most northern point of Middle Earth and have her stay there until the end of her days." "The plan has potential," said Pheobus, "But I feel a more ruthless end is needed. When I discovered the prostitute was not from Middle Earth, I set about trying to discover how she'd arrived. Finally I located an ancient incantation which will allow us to open a portal to her world and then, with the burning of the words, seal it for eternity so that she cannot return." Legolas held Mimi tightly against him, "No!" he cried. "Have you this incantation Pheobus?" asked Thranduil. Pheobus pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, "Right here." "Good. Bring me the human." A guard pulled Mimi from Legolas' arms and dragged her before Thranduil. Pheobus began to chant the incantation as Mimi kicked and screamed in the guard's grip. Elrond's cry stopped Pheobus short. "Wait! Wait! If you have a heart within you Thranduil, give us a moment to say goodbye." Thranduil's stony eyes softened slightly, "She may have a moment." Legolas took Mimi from the guard and whispered something to her to quiet her. She hugged him and nodded. Legolas led her over to her friends and nodded towards them, telling her to say goodbye. Firstly she knelt down to the three hobbits, hugging them each in turn. "My three special babies," she said, "Take care of eachother, you hear? Merry, don't you go making too much mischief. Sam, make your garden beautiful, I want it to rival even Lothlorien." The little hobbit nodded, desperately trying to keep a brave face. "No more quests okay Frodo?" "No more quests," he said, his azure eyes filling with tears, "Unless you tumble back into the Shire. Goodbye Mimi." She got to her feet, blowing them each a kiss. She hugged Gandalf, "Thank you for all the fireworks and for convincing him that I'm not all bad," she said indicating to Elrond. She moved to him and curtsied before him, "Goodbye Lord Elrond." Elrond raised her to her feet and hugged her tightly. Taking off his cape he fastened it about her shoulders, "Don't know what the weather's going to be like in London. I wouldn't want you to get ill," he said kissed her forehead, "Adieu sweet Miranda, thank you for teaching me that I was wrong." "Maybe you can teach the Can-Can to everyone at the havens," said Mimi wiping away his tears, "You'd be great." Elrond laughed weakly, "I can try." Mimi walked over to Arwen and Aragorn and hugged them both, "Make sure you two have lots of babies and take care of eachother," she said, "Look after him for me Arwen, he may be a tough old ranger but he needs a hug now and again." "I need one now," said Aragorn taking Mimi into his arms, "If I had known at Bree that night what a person you'd become I would have thought I was dreaming. Take care my dear friend." Mimi hugged him back, "I fought for Gondor, keep it alive for me." "I promise." "Cross your heart?" "Cross my heart," said Aragorn marking a cross on his chest. Mimi turned to Pippin and Roxie, "Hey you two, I want lots of little nieces and nephews." "Oh Mimi!" cried Roxie bursting into tears, "Its not fair." Mimi hugged her, "It cannot be helped. Be brave for me and take care of yourself. I'll say goodbye to Big Ben and Nelson for you." "Can you tell Prince William that I've found someone else?" giggled Roxie through her tears. "I'll pop in and get the corgies to pass on the message," said Mimi kissing her cheek, "Bye Sis." "Bye Mimi." Mimi picked up her bag and wandered back over to Legolas, "Hey you," she said tilting his face up to look at her, "What are you crying for? You always told me that a warrior isn't allowed to cry, unless he really has to. Be brave Legolas, you're so strong, I know you are." Legolas choked back his tears and managed a weak smile, "Not without you. Oh Miranda, I don't know what to say. There's so much I want to say to you but I can't put it into words," he said. Mimi curled his hair around her fingers, "I know Angel. There's something I want you to have," she said taking a small piece of card out of her bag and handing it to him, "It's the copy we were going to give to your father. Now we both have one." "Our photograph," said Legolas repressing a choked laugh as he still stumbled over the pronunciation. "To remember me by," said Mimi taking his free hand. "I'll never forget you. I love you so much Miranda." He kissed her, shakily, desperate to touch her but not wanting to as he knew it would be for the last time. Mimi pulled him to her, capturing his lips fully. As she released him she lay his hand on her stomach, "Lorindol for a boy. Namarie for a girl, right?" "Right," said Legolas, "Take care of them, tell them I love them." "I will. I love you." Legolas hugged her tightly, "I will do everything I can to find you Miranda," he said. She kissed him again but a guard pulled her away and back to Thranduil. She didn't scream or kick, she would be brave, one last moment she owed to the man she loved. Elrond held Legolas up, feeling the younger elf's body shake with repressed sobs as he too fought to be brave. Pheobus began to recite the incantation but it was in a language unknown to anyone in the room. A swirling white pool appeared in the air in front of Mimi. She looked up at Thranduil, praying he'd change his mind but to no avail. Turning her back to the portal she blew a kiss to Legolas, "I love you my Angel." "I love you," he said, his tears breaking loose as he saw her crying. She stepped backwards. Gradually the swirling white light began to inch in on her perception, hiding the faces of her friends. The last face she saw was Legolas. As the light surrounded her she heard his cries. "MIRANDA! MIRANDA!"
